After Hours

TITLE: After Hours
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Style Boutique or any of its characters. No profit is being made.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Renée/PC


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Renée closed the boutique doors with a sigh of relief. It had been another busy, trying day. The boutique catered mostly to punks and goths; two subcultures she wasn't at all familiar with. Their fashion demands mystified her most of the time and merely puzzled her the rest of the time. It was a good thing the store didn't cater to punks and goths exclusively or she'd be completely useless.

Actually, if she were honest with herself, she would have to admit that she was completely useless anyway. The boss always had things well in hand and didn't really need her to keep things running. From a career perspective, Renée knew it would be a smart move to go back to Primavera, where the customers tended to make sense most of the time. But, then again, the career perspective wasn't the only perspective.

She looked up when she heard the boss emerging from the back of the store, where she'd no doubt just finished cleaning up all the rose petals littered around the changing rooms. She was dressed, as usual, in some of Mad-Jack finest clothes, but she didn't look like one of the punks frequenting the store. Somehow she'd managed to select the few garments in their assorment that made her look almost elegant and nearly upper-class. Of course, her short red hair with the single black streak and the little steel padlock on a chain she wore as a necklace made it abundantly clear that she wasn't exactly high society, but someone who didn't have Renée's keen eye for such things might have been fooled if they only looked at her clothes.

"Looks like that's it for another day, huh?" Renée said, feeling just a hint of nervousness enter her body.

The boss nodded in agreement. She never really talked much, though she did smile a lot.

"So I guess we should lock up, close the shutters and head home," she continued.

The boss turned off the main lights, then looked at her. "In a rush?"

"Oh, not really," Renée replied. "But there isn't much to do here anymore either, is there?"

"Oh?"

The boss turned and sauntered towards her. There was a smile on her face and it was one Renée had come to know, dread and hope for. Of course, she could turn around, walk away and head home and the boss wouldn't make a fuss. But somehow she could never quite manage to. Every morning she told herself that, if the boss was going to smile at her that way, she would leave right away. Yet every night she did she stayed.

The boss reached her and stroked her cheek with soft fingertips. Then Jessica kissed her.

Renée was straight. Before meeting the redhead whose body was now pressed against hers she would have said she was completely straight. She was still waiting for a handsome young man to sweep her off her feet. OK, she was waiting for Dominic to sweep her off her feet, but he was still a man no matter how fond he was of pink shirts. And, therefore, she was still straight.

But, somehow, while she was waiting for Dominic she didn't really mind sharing herself with Jessica. She couldn't figure out why this was. Mostly because she didn't think about it. When she wasn't with her she didn't want to think about it and when she was with her she didn't want to think about it either, but for a different reason.

She wasn't thinking about it now. The only thoughts going through her head, if thoughts they were, were all about the softness of Jessica's lips or the warmth of her body. Mostly, her body did her thinking for her right now and her body didn't care about 'straight' or 'lesbian'. It simply cared about how good Jessica made her feel.

Jessica pulled away slowly. Renée leaned forward slightly, not quite willing to break their kiss just yet. Opening her eyes, she saw the redhead smiling at her again, this time warm and affectionate while her eyes twinkled naughtily. Giving in, Renée allowed her to take her hand and lead her through the darkened boutique and towards the black wooden counter.

With one smooth, practised motion Jessica had Renée turned around and lifted up onto the counter. The moment after that the still standing redhead had slipped between her knees, put a hand on the back of her neck and kissed her again. The first moment their lips met was always strange to Renée. She expected a young woman like Jessica with confidence of steel and a taste for Mad-Jack clothing to be an aggressive, passionate and urgent kisser. By now, of course, she knew she wasn't, but the redhead's tenderness always came as a shock. There was passion there, but of a soft, smoldering kind and not the intense, desperate fire one might expect. As for urgency... Jessica always gave the impression she might enjoy the feel of Renée's lips forever, if only she didn't have other demands on her time.

Renée felt those other demands approaching, slowly but unstoppably. As their kiss lengthened, she felt her body become warmer, then hotter until there was a physical yearning for more of the redhead's body. The instant she felt that slowly growing arousal overflow into a more lustful desire, she felt one of Jessica's hands begin to move down her body and towards her fashionable trousers. It was kind of worrying, or would have been if Renée hadn't been kissing the redhead for a while now. It was uncanny how well Jessica knew her body and how it reacted to her. It was as if she could sense exactly how she felt when they were together like this and reacted to those feelings as if they were her own. Renée couldn't say the same thing about herself. She had no clue how Jessica felt, except in a very broad way. She could tell when she was feeling kinda naughty and when she was seriously turned on, but she couldn't say anything about the shades inbetween or how to best take her from one to the other.

Perhaps... perhaps it was sort of starting to get about time that she began learning.

Though that did mean that she would have to start these flings after the boutique closed as something more.

It wasn't a very welcome thought, but it evaporated from her mind when she felt Jessica's skilled fingers slip into her pants and then into her panties where they found her aroused and willing. Renée sighed happily and heavily when she felt those tender fingertips rub her folds, breaking their kiss. She tried to resume it, but could only manage a comparative peck on the lips before Jessica's exploring fingers drove her to a lustful moan. Without making any kind of conscious decision about anything, Renée leaned back, her hands gripping the edge of the counter behind her, spreading her legs further. It took a moment for her to become aware of the fact that she wasn't naked yet and spreading her legs had only caused her pants to tighten around Jessica's hand, making it slightly more difficult for her to pleasure her rather than easier. She quickly corrected her thoughtless mistake and gasped when she felt the redhead's fingers carefully brush against her clit, sending a wave of beautiful, pleasured warmth through her whole body.

Soft moans began spilling from Renée's carefully made up lips as Jessica's fingers continued dancing all around her clit. She couldn't stop them and didn't want to. She didn't want anything right now, except feel those nimble fingers play with her body. Which was why part of her was almost disappointed when she felt Jessica's warm body lean against hers and heard her whisper into her ears.

"Could you get it for me?"

Renée forced her eyes open. She stared dumbly at Jessica's face for a moment. She hadn't understood the question. But part of her knew she would have understood it if only she had been given some time to pull herself together. If only the redhead stopped playing with her for just a second she was sure she'd able to find its meaning through the fog of lust.

Smiling, Jessica withdrew her hand. Renée found her eyes locked upon it, staring at those glistening fingers as they were raised towards the redhead's smiling lips and only barely aware that they glistened because of her pleasure. The young woman's lips parted and her tongue poked out. She flicked it lightly against her wet fingertips with a look of delight. Renée shuddered, her chest filled thick with lust.

Get it...

It...

It!

Renée blinked a few times, slowly becoming aware again of where she was, other than opposite the young woman she... she enjoyed the company of. She leaned down onto the counter and pushed against the back of it. There was a click and a drawer slid out of the seemingly solid black wood. It was filled with toys, mostly vibrators in all kinds of shapes and sizes, but there were other things as well. She carefully looked through them (although her eyes glazed over protectively when they fell onto the single pair of handcuffs - they'd only used them once and the experience had been so distressing and so exciting at the same time Renée didn't want to see them used again. Not yet anyway) until she found what she was looking for. 'It' was a toy and every night she was asked to look for it it was a different one. The only thing that it always was was the toy Renée was most in the mood for.

Renée sat up, holding a black strap-on embossed with silver in her hands. While she'd been busy selecting it, Jessica had taken her top off, allowing Renée a look at her modest, pale, but still very nice breasts. Currently, the redhead was struggling out of her pants and 'struggling' was exactly the right word because she was trying to take them off without taking her boots off first. Renée understood why she did it - the boutique's floor was mostly cold metal after all - but she couldn't help but smile anyway. By the time the redhead had finally rid herself of her pants and thong, Renée had comfortably been able to take off her shoes, socks, trousers and panties and was halfway through taking her top off. By the time she had put the little harness on, Renée had finished completely.

Renée sat on the expensive black counter, her body stark naked and eager. Jessica stood in front of her, wearing nothing but a pair of black boots, a pair of thigh high red-and-black socks, a black-and-silver strap-on and the little steel padlock on a chain she wore as a necklace. Renée could feel the lust that had receded while she'd been picking something out for them surge back into her, filling her with a desire, a need to be taken by the young redhead.

Unfortunately for her and her yearning body, this was one of those rare times that the redhead did not instantly react to her every need. Instead she reached out to her and let her fingertips wander lightly across her bare skin, a strange look in her eyes. Renée wasn't quite sure what to make of it. She couldn't deny that her light touch was more than a little pleasant, but this didn't seem like the right time for it. And that look in her eyes...

Jessica looked up and their eyes met. For a moment, Renée thought she almost recognised what she saw in them. Then the redhead seemed to wake up from whatever dream she'd been in, shook her head and gave her the easy-going smile Renée knew so well. She leaned in and kissed her again, though this time it wasn't quite as good as before. Mostly because at least part of her attention was taken up by positioning herself just right between her legs. Renée breathed in sharply when she felt the black tip of Jessica's dildo press against her.

The redhead pulled back, a familiar question in her eyes.

"Please..." Renée replied.

A loud, guttural half-scream escaped from Renée lips when the redhead thrust into her, pushing the full length of her fake cock into her pussy. The shock of the sudden invasion sent waves of pleasure tinged with pain through her shuddering body. It had taken less than a moment and she'd been wet enough for Jessica to penetrate her with ease, but it still took a frustratingly long time for her shaking body to adjust. When it finally did, she felt full and bizarrely satisfied by the feeling of the motionless toy touching her inner walls. But that curious satisfaction paled in comparison to the overpowering need for Jessica to fuck her.

Renée felt the black-and-silver toy begin to move inside of her, sliding back and forth against the walls of her pussy with a slow carefulness totally at odds with that first, rough thrust. The redhead had soon found a smooth, flowing rhythm, fucking her eagerly, but not too quickly.

Renée moaned to a chorus of Jessica's lustful gasps. She felt as though she was on painless fire, feeling the thrusts between her legs throughout her whole body. Pleasure bounded across every nerve, filling her with lustful joy. She shook and shuddered, her unrestrained breasts bouncing up and down in time with Jessica's rhythm. That rhythm came to a brief halt when she felt Jessica's hot body press against her and felt the redhead's lips on her own again. This time her kiss was urgent, but then again, so was her own. It was brief and blind and clumsy and yet it seemed to Renée's addled mind that in that moment their lust and their pleasure, their very bodies, had become one.

When she resumed her fucking, Jessica had lost her smooth rhythm. Her thrusts became faster and faster and Renée's moans deteriorated into almost animalistic panting and whining when her overpleasured body ran out of breath. She clenched her teeth and braced herself, unsure if she was preparing to embrace her orgasm or trying to stave off its coming for so long as she could. She needed the release, but she also needed Jessica to keep fucking her.

In the end, her pleasure conquered her lust and she came shrieking, her whole body trembling, her hands practically digging into the edge of the counter to stop herself from flailing. The pleasure soared through her, taking her up with her heights so beautiful she would have thought them impossible in a time before Jessica had sauntered into her life.

Renée calmed down, breathed out slowly and opened her eyes. She found herself looking straight into Jessica's. The look in her eyes was warm, affectionate and, again, a little strange. But this time Renée had the definite feeling the same strangeness could be found in her own eyes. Not that it would last. It was probably just the afterglow.

"We need to clean up," Jessica said, breaking the spell.

"Right. Of course," Renée replied.

She slid off the counter and cursed herself for taking off her shoes and socks when her bare feet met the cold floor. She set off for the supply closet, hesitated, turned around and looked at Jessica.

She liked guys. She'd always liked guys. She didn't like girls, as far as she was aware. Of course, she'd never even really considered girls as an option until very recently, but that was probably further evidence that she was straight after all. Well, mostly straight anyway. Besides, it was just one girl and all they ever did was have sex. She was pretty sure she couldn't have an actual relationship with another woman. If she were to, say, ask her out to dinner, she was certain that she would definitely discover that she did not have it in her to have romantic feelings for a woman.

So she should ask her out right now just to make sure she wasn't attracted to her in any way other than physical.

Jessica turned and looked at her, one eyebrow raised inquisitively. Renée stared mutely at her, unable to maintain her lies in front of her smiling face, yet wanting to ask the question anyway.

"I'd love to," the redhead replied.