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"Alright Laura," the blonde thinks to herself, "You look cute and there is no doubt that there's at least one woman in this bar that will want to have some fun with you tonight."
Laura takes one more deep breath to reassure herself before pushing through the door. The sounds of rock music, laughter, and clinking glasses are all that can be heard as she makes her way towards the crowded bar. After a short wait Laura gets the bartender's attention, ordering a gin and tonic.
At the opposite end of the bar another woman tunes out her friend to stare at the short blonde standing at the bar. She swirls her whiskey around her glass as she eyes the woman up and down.
"Thank you," Laura thanks the bartender once her drink is ready.
She turns, taking a sip as she scans the room. Her gaze passes over dozens of people before she pauses. Laura slowly backtracks to lock eyes with a dark haired woman sitting next to a large man that could easily be described as an excited puppy. Laura watches as the woman's eyes narrow before she downs her drink.
"Sorry big guy, I need a refill," The woman says to her friend, continuing to stare at Laura.
"Oh crap," Laura says as she turns back towards the bar.
Laura stubbornly stares at her drink once she feels a presence slip onto the barstool next to her. A gasp escapes her lips when she hears a woman ordering whiskey from the bartender with a voice that can only be described as seductive. Laura nervously bites her bottom lip before taking a steadying breath and turning to the woman beside her.
"Hey Cutie," The woman purrs, "I was wondering when I'd get your attention."
"Sorry, If I ignored you, I'm just not sure how to talk to an actual angel."
"That's a good one," The woman laughs with a shake of her head, "But I'm anything but an angel- The name's Carmilla."
"I'm Laura."
"Well, Laura, I think I'd remember a girl like you so I'm going to take a wild guess and say you're new around here."
"You're totally right, I just moved here for a new job."
"Now that sounds like something worth celebrating," Carmilla muses, "How about I buy your next round is on me."
"Are there any conditions to this offer," Laura asks.
"Not if you don't want there to be."
"Why don't you stay for a while and I'll see if I want some conditions."
"I could never turn down the chance to keep a cutie like yourself company," Carmilla purrs, earning a blush from Laura after a well-timed wink.
The girls spend the next hour making small talk but never revealing much about themselves. Laura admires the beautifully designed panther decorating the other woman's arm while Carmilla shamelessly flirts back. With each blush on Laura's face Carmilla finds how entertaining it is to fluster the blonde. Just before business in the bar slows down a large man bumps into Laura, causing her to accidentally launch herself into Carmilla's lap.
"Uh- Hey," Laura mumbles shyly, "Nice seeing you here."
"Welcome to my lap, I hope you plan to stay."
"So you put that meathead up to shoving me into your arms?"
"Not at all but he's clearly had a half dozen too many and he's twice our size, gotta pick our battles."
Laura pushes away from the dark haired woman to inspect her for a moment, biting her bottom lip as she thinks. Carmilla cocks her eyebrow in a silent question. The blonde's lip twitches into a devious smirk before she leans close enough for Carmilla to feel soft puffs of Laura's unsteady breath against her ear.
"There's an intense battle back at my place if you like a challenge," Laura whispers lowly as her fingers trace the tattooed panther covering Carmilla's arm.
"Let's get out of this place," Carmilla husks out.
Laura grabs Carmilla's hand before hopping out of her lap and tugging her outside. Carmilla zones out as she watches Laura call for a cab, gasping with surprise when she feels her back suddenly pressed against the rough brick wall. Needy hands roam up and down before eliciting desperate whimpers and excited gasps from both women.
"Wait," Carmilla groans after pulling away suddenly.
"That's what we're doing," Laura whines, chasing the other woman's lips.
"Cupcake," the woman grunts as the blonde grinds against her.
"Oh," Laura squeaks when she feels a bulge between Carmilla's legs, "Did I just feel a-"
"Yeah," Carmilla interrupts, "Is this okay?"
"Oh Carm, of course it's okay," She says reassuringly, "Well, as long as we both get off tonight."
Carmilla responds by pulling Laura closer and grabbing her ass, causing her to steady herself with a hand on Carmilla's toned abs. An insistent honk interrupts Laura as she leans forward to continue their heated kissing.
"That's our ride," The girls groan together with clear frustration.
"Come on, the quicker we get to my place then the quicker we can take care of this," Laura whispers, palming at the bulge in Carmilla's leather pants.
"You're evil," Carmilla growls before they both climb into the back seat of the cab.
The taxi ride is quick with hungry kisses and a prudish driver too nervous to look in the mirror. Carmilla throws a wad of bills into the front seat once they reach Laura's apartment building. The girls pile out and eventually reach the Laura's door after many distracted moments.
"Where's your room," Carmilla asks as she pushes Laura against the door and closes it behind them.
"Hall- Meter behind you- Very last door," Laura whimpers out, feeling Carmilla's teeth scrape her pulse point and fingers working the buttons of her shirt open.
Carmilla pushes Laura's shirt off her shoulder before having her own t-shirt lifted over her head. Their bras are quickly flung off and they moan at the skin to skin contact. Carmilla's hands find a firm grip on Laura's thighs, allowing her to lift Laura with ease so she can move them to the bedroom.
"Fuuuck," Laura groans as she feels the other woman's lips wrap around her nipple.
"Oh god," she gasps after Carmilla forces a hand between them, slipping it into her pants and underwear to rub her clit.
A moan rumbles from Carmilla’s chest as her fingers glide through Laura's folds. Carmilla gently lowers Laura onto the bed after her knees bump against the edge. She kneels as she kisses a path down Laura's body, stopping to impatiently tug Laura's bottom clothes off.
"Huh, I wasn't expecting this cute little piece of body art," Carmilla hums from her spot between Laura's legs, "What inspired you to get this?"
"It's cute, I'm gay, and I was rebelling against my dad," Laura moans as Carmilla gently rubs her thumb against the lesbian pride tattoo on the inside of her thigh.
"That's a really sensitive spot," Carmilla says with an evil grin.
"No, don't you dare do what I think you're about to do."
"Too late." She say before nipping playfully at the soft skin as she presses her thumb against Laura’s clit.
"Carm," Laura squeals from how Carmilla decides to tease her.
"You're cute when you don't want to be teased," Carmilla purrs, moving her thumb in agonizingly slow circles.
"Stop talking."
"But I'm finding out that I really like working you up, Cutie." Carmilla dips a finger into Laura's entrance before quickly withdrawing.
"Carm," She whines, "Please!"
"I think I want to leave you a little reminder before giving you what you want," Carmilla mumbles as she presses her lips just above Laura's tattoo, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin while she continues to tease Laura's aching center.
Laura's fingers tangle in Carmilla's hair while her other hand grabs a fistful of her sheets to ground herself. Her back arches off the bed from Carmilla's touch, a blend of pain and pleasure courses through her as Carmilla marks her skin with her teeth and sooths it with her tongue. The blonde throws a leg over Carmilla's shoulder and holds her in place.
"There we go," Carmilla says once she's done, letting go of Laura's thigh with a pop.
"Happy now?"
"Very," Carmilla answers with a grin reminiscent of the cat who got the cream before leaning down and sliding her tongue over Laura's slit.
Laura lets out a long trembling moan, her fingers tightening in Carmilla's hair as she cants her hips and grinds against Carmilla's tongue. Carmilla presses her palm to Laura's toned stomach and stills her movements before slipping her other hand between Laura's legs.
"Fuck- Carm- Ple-ease," She begs after feeling Carmilla's fingertips ghost light touches over her entrance.
"What was that Cutie, your thighs are covering my ears," Carmilla says, warm breaths puffing against Laura's center.
"Please stop teasing me you evil woman," Laura pleads desperately.
Carmilla hums to herself as she pretends to weigh her options, causing the frustrated girl to whimper pathetically. Carmilla sets her mouth back to work and looks Laura in the eyes before pushing two fingers into her entrance.
"Oh god- Yessss," Laura hisses as Carmilla begins pumping and curling her fingers into Laura's cunt.
Laura arches under Carmilla's skilled touch and warmth begins to build deep in her core. Her body shudders in time with her quickening breaths after Carmilla's digits curl into her walls just right. She tugs on Carmilla's hair as her thoughts grow fuzzy with each passing second.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," Laura stutters out when Carmilla sucks her clit between her lips.
With a drawn out keening moan, Laura squirms as the warmth in her core bursts. Carmilla hums before pulling her mouth from Laura's center. Laura's whines of protests are silenced after she feels Carmilla's thumb replace the lost touch of her mouth.
"You're adorable when you're close," Carmilla says with a breathy laugh.
"Please just stop talking and let me come," Laura whines desperately.
"No one is stopping you Cutie."
Carmilla twists her wrist to push a third finger into Laura. She watches as Laura falls apart, feeling her heart pound against her ribs at the sight. Laura arches yet again and the dull ache in Carmilla's scalp fades after Laura untangles her hand from dark hair to slap it over her mouth.
"There ya go," Carmilla whispers as her fingers continue in a steady rhythm, "Just ride it out."
Laura squirms for another minute before finally settling on the mattress and catching her breath. Carmilla eases her fingers out of Laura before leaning in to place a teasing kiss on her clit.
"Carm," Laura complains, gently pushing said woman's head away.
"What, I'm just having a little fun."
"No- It's your turn now- Up, we need to get those pants off you."
Carmilla winces as she stands, feelings her leather pants pinch and constrict the bulge between her legs. Laura gives Carmilla an apologetic smile before reaching up to unzip her pants. Carmilla steadies herself with a hand on Laura's shoulder after Laura begins tugging her pants down. She lets out a relieved sigh once her thighs are able to breath and she's left standing in her underwear with her pants around her knees.
"Whoa," Laura gasps as she frees Carmilla's length from her underwear.
Laura had experienced three fingers before, and that ached, but Carmilla's cock looked and felt thicker as she began to stroke it. Carmilla's length was noticeably longer than any toy Laura has dared to use in the past but not terrifyingly so. Together it was worrisome but she always loved a challenge.
"Mm- Your hand is soft," Carmilla mumbles after tilting her head back.
"Um- Thanks?"
"Your welcome?"
"Finish getting undressed, I need to get something from my bedside table," Laura orders as she releases her hold on Carmilla's cock to climb across her bed.
Carmilla grumbles before pushing her pants and underwear down enough to kick them away, jumping a bit when her pants bunch up around her ankle.
"Why do I wear those fucking pants."
"Well, I'm no expert but I think they make your ass look great," Laura compliments after looking over her shoulder, digging blindly in the top drawer.
"Speaking of great asses, I'm loving this view of yours," Carmilla responds as she admires Laura's ass.
Laura smiles and shakes her head before looking forward to find what she's looking for. She pulls a small, clear bottle from the drawer and scoots back towards the end of the bed. Carmilla takes the bottle with a nod when Laura holds it out.
"Just use a bit of lube," Laura says as she settles herself on her knees and elbows.
Carmilla just gives acknowledging grunt before uncapping the lube and squirts some into her hand. She moans as she spreads the clear liquid evenly over her cock. Laura bites her lip after turning her head to watch Carmilla's face, moving her hand between her legs while she waits.
"Oh," Laura gasps when she feels the lubricated head of Carmilla's cock bump her fingers.
"Ready," Carmilla asks as she rests a hand on Laura's hip.
"And waiting," Laura answers before trying to push herself backwards and huffing when Carmilla's strong grip on her hip stops her, "Oh my god, hurry up and fuck me already you incessant tease!"
The girls let out long simultaneous moans as Carmilla leans forward to sink the head of her cock into Laura's entrance. Laura lets out a soft whimper at the feeling of her walls stretching around the cock's girth. She stops rubbing her clit to feel Carmilla stretch her with each inch pushed inside her.
"Fuck," Carmilla groans with her forehead against Laura's shoulder after falling forward.
"Please- Carm- Fuck me."
"That's what I'm doing, Cutie, you're just so tight around me."
Carmilla pumps her hips slowly, building her pace to a steady rhythm. She feels Laura's hand slide over her own and pull it between her legs. Her fingers slide through slick folds as she revels in the cute moans falling from Laura's mouth.
Laura tightens her grip on Carmilla's wrist before rocking back and forth to meet each thrust. Her jaw falls open with the feeling of Carmilla's cock inside her and fingers teasing her clit. She squirms under Carmilla, rolling against her skilled fingers between thrusts.
"Faster," Laura pleads.
"So eager," Carmilla says between moans, "And as long as you're a good girl I'll fuck you nice and good like you want."
"Please," Laura begs, "I've been so good, just please fuck me faster!"
Laura drops her forehead to the sheets when Carmilla decides to give her what she wants. She hears Carmilla's breathing grow ragged as the warmth and tightness in her core builds. Her shoulders tense and her limbs shake after every thrust.
"Cutie- Laura," Carmilla moans roughly, her cock throbbing and precum leaks from the head.
"Waitwait- Oh fuck- Don't- Oh god- Not inside," Laura rushes out when she feels Carmilla's movements become jagged.
She whimpers loudly when she suddenly feels empty following Carmilla pulling out of her. Her whimpers are quickly cut off by three fingers moving to take the cock's place inside her. Laura moans as Carmilla thrusts against the cleft of her ass just before something hot and wet splatters onto her lower back.
Carmilla's fingers tense but the heel of her hand moves against Laura's clit sharply, pushing Laura over the edge. She feels fluids gush around her fingers while Laura's mind grows fuzzy from climax. Their movements slowly come to a halt and their breathing slows as they steady themselves.
"That good enough for ya Cutie," Carmilla asks as she catches her breath.
"Yeah, I'd say that was pretty fuckin' good," Laura hums.
"Cute- Do you have any tissues so I can clean you up," Carmilla questions after pushing herself upright and inspecting the mess she left on Laura's back, "I am a gentlewoman after all."
"Bedside table."
Carmilla walks around the bed, grabbing a few tissues before returning to clean her cum off Laura's back. Laura gives her an appreciative nod as she plops onto her side. Carmilla shakes her head and chuckles at the sight.
"No laughing, it's rude."
"Sorry Cutie, you just look a little worn out."
"You would be too if you just had amazing sex for the first time in ages."
"I'm amazing, huh?"
"Don't get a fat head."
"Should I keep the dick joke to myself or what?"
"Oh my god- Shut up and relax for a bit."
"Sorry Cutie, I'd love to stay but I have a really early start at work in the morning," Carmilla says as she starts gathering her discarded clothes
"Oh- That's okay I guess."
"Don't sound so disappointed, I really would stay if I could- You're cute and I've enjoyed our time together."
"Thank you for tonight then, Maybe I'll see you around- I wouldn't mind doing this again," Laura hums, watching Carmilla dress dress herself.
"I think I'd like that," Carmilla replies with a wink after pulling her shirt down, "See ya 'round Cutie- Good luck with your new job."
Laura directs a sleepy smile at Carmilla before she leaves. Within moments after Carmilla's departure Laura falls asleep. Carmilla wanders through the streets, thinking over the events of the night until she reaches her own bed.
The next morning Laura is awoken by her blaring alarm. She moves through her morning routine, feeling a slight soreness from the previous night. A second alarm sounds from her phone to tell her she needs to leave.
"Crap," Laura hisses as she burns her tongue on her hot cocoa before rushing out the door and into her car.
She drives through the quiet Virginia town towards a large antenna. Laura reaches the antenna, parking her car in front of a building labelled 'Silas Broadcast Center.' Her car goes quiet after she kills the engine. She quickly gathers her things and makes her way inside where she sees a tall blonde looking through a folder.
"Um- Excuse me, ma'am, do you-" Laura starts to ask.
"Oh good, you're finally here," The blonde sighs after getting a look at Laura.
"W-what are y-" Laura stammers.
"You're Laura, I recognize you from your dossier," The woman says quickly, "I'm Betty and you'll be working with me after I get you settled in."
"Do you cut everyone-"
"Yes, now let's hurry this up so Director Carter can meet with you."
Betty leads Laura to an elevator before swiping a key card to unlock a fingerprint scanner. The elevator begins its descent after verifying Betty's identity. Laura's jaw drops once the doors slide open, revealing a busy command center with suited men and women rushing from place to place as information comes in.
"Welcome to the Library, Hollis."
"Holy crapsticks, how did the funding for this place get approved?"
"That's a question for Director Carter, I'm on loan to the task force from the NSA like you're on loan from the FBI."
"Jeez, this all sounds very questionable," Laura mumbles as Betty starts leading her through the room.
"This entire operation is in a legal gray area- Anyways, this is the command center where we coordinate all assets in the field and organise appropriate responses."
"I'm guessing that's why we're based underneath a broadcast center."
"Your guess would be correct," Betty says before stopping next to a door, "Through here is the armory where the response teams gear up."
"Who are the response teams and why do they need what looks like an entire arsenal?"
"We have contingents of Army Delta operators on standby at all times as well as a team of skilled field agents from the various agencies at work here."
"What the shit Betty- This is sounding much more serious than I was lead to believe!"
"The task force can't rely on local police when many of the people we're watching have contacts in police departments or are moles in police departments so we've brought the military in as our muscle."
"What about anything you just told me doesn't sound the tiniest bit treasonous?"
"Laura, we are dealing with an unprecedented threat and you found the one piece of information we needed to find how deep it goes, we can't exactly trust police or most of our individual agencies not to have some involvement."
"Oh my god," Laura says, running a hand through her hair.
"Director Carter should be finishing up her meeting with the leader of the Delta team now so I should probably let her ease you into this, I'm not as tactful as she is."
Laura nods wordlessly as she tries to process everything she just learned. She follows Betty through the command center to an office overlooking the room.
"Carter- Oh, sorry Karnstein, I kinda scared the newbie a little so I brought her up to meet the boss to smooth out this transition," Betty says, earning a laugh that itches at the back of Laura's mind.
"That's fine Betty, please send her in." Laura hears from another voice in the office.
"Alright Hollis, she's ready to see you," Betty says before stepping aside to let Laura through.
Laura gives a thankful nod and moves into the room. The first thing she notices is sharp dressed woman who she assumes to be Director Carter sitting at the desk and facing the door. Her gaze drifts to the other person in the room, a dark haired woman wearing Army fatigues lounging in the chair with her feet on the corner of Carter's desk.
"Hello Ms. Hollis, it's nice to finally meet you," Director Carter greets.
"Thank you, it's nice to meet you t-," Laura says with with her hand out to shake before a familiar voice cuts her off.
"Holy shit- Cutie," sounds the voice in a questioning tone before causing Laura to turn and see the woman she had spent the previous night with.
"Carmilla," Laura says, her face clearly expressing surprise and confusion at the sight.
TO BE CONTINUED...