Beautiful Girls
Normally, the wait might have been exciting. Perhaps even nervous. Victoria was as good with written poetry as one might expect of one so melodic in voice. It was subject matter she was intimately familiar with and, considering the book she had been loosely basing her story upon, had more than enough understanding of what was required to suffiently update and lengthen it.
Yet, for all of that, Victoria had other things on her mind. Perhaps it was just as well that the bulk of it had been completed before the most recent supernatural news had reached her. She had sent the script to Star and almost completely forgotten that the girl had promised to get back to her on it. No, the vampiress had to face up to the fact that very interesting times were ahead of her now. If only 'interesting' was in the Chinese sense of the word... But it wasn't and she now had significant issues to decide for her personal future.
Then, one evening she got the call. Star was coming over to reveal her thoughts on the script and, at least glad for the distraction, Vicky expressed a mental smile and agreed to meet the blonde in her Bellagio hotel room.
And there was the knock upon door.
"Star...! How are you?"
"Tweaked!"
In an over-stimulated manner suited to that description, the waifish blonde flounced into Victoria's hotel suite. In her hands she held the script, on which she had managed to slosh a martini and then droplets of coffee. She unloaded it on a table alongside her purse. Inside the latter, something rattled. It was a miracle that any of Star's more breakable things stayed intact, such was her casual disregard for them. "I made up my mind I was blowing through this thing tonight, only I didn't sleep last night... Short version, Bobby the hedgetrimmer? Much better with actual bushes than mine. Complete waste of time."
She flopped onto a swank sofa and let her hands slap her thighs. "Anyway, I drank like three cups of espresso so I'd be rarin' to go. I finished it a half-hour ago." Because it was critically necessary, Star stopped talking and oxygenated herself. In the meantime, she took note of the brunette's outfit and wondered if they might fit in the same size pants.
Star rarely failed to provide some sort of bubbling sense of amusement to Victoria. The girl was amazingly brazen and forward, yet could somehow maintain an almost cut-throat stylishness, right along with it. In Vicky's nocturnal world of sparkle and ebony, Star was the neon glowstick handed out to every dancer upon her personal floor. A vibrant, pretty thing, designed for scintillating enrichment.
And right now, she held something just out of reach. The one thing which had been able to take the vampiress' mind off of all the latest trouble.
"And...?" Victoria dipped head as she walked over from closing door to joining her upon the couch. "Did my words stimulate where Bobby couldn't?"
Victoria could not help it. Star could be opinionated, to say the least, even at the best of times, but now the brunette was going to discover the blonde's view of her own work. Until she found out, for good or for ill, it was going to be lke a mental itch in need of being scratched.
Star cut her eyes Victoria's way. She saw on her friend's lovely face an earnest hopefulness that made her feel powerful, for the moment. All lights on her. "Hmm, should I give you the full-monty truth or the one edited for television?" It was terrible of her, but Star let the reveal wait a bit longer. She slipped her shoes off and tucked bare feet between the couch cushions. In such luxurious digs, even the in-betweens of things were decadent.
Wrapping arms around her knees, Star made the only choice she was capable of, which was her blunt opinion. "Okay. The build-up? A little slow for my taste, but that could be the caffeine talking. By the time it got all blood-lusty, I was practically squirming to death, which, now that I'm looking at you, I realize was probably intentional. But the big turning scene? Way sexy! I should've read it before going to see Bobby; it would've given me something to fantasize about while he was desperately seeking my G-spot."
A second passed while Star contemplated the script. "Ooh! And I really liked the characterization. They were so lavish! And I liked how you described the costumes. There were a couple of words I didnt know, though." The wiccan snapped her fingers a couple times. "Oh, 'priestly'! I thought that was a guy from 90210. And promulgate. But I liked it. The only thing it was missing was a bunch of greased-up man-slaves in loincloths, carrying the women around on pedestals."
"Wow..." Victoria paused, rapidly blinking. "So not what I was expecting," she mentioned with an arch of brow. "But no complaining, here!"
Yes, there was meant to be a rule about not giving one's work to friends and family, so as to remain objective, but as the entire project had to remain more or less secret, the vampiress had few choices. Plus, she reasoned, somewhat truthfully, if Star liked it, then it was bound to either be popular or get more than a few good reviews. Star not only seemed to love spectacles, but she was one. The 'Tomlin Spectacular'... Put her in a circus tent and people would pay, just to look at her, no doubt. Heck, she could probably charge double, just for the honour of receiving one of Star's infamous put-downs.
Now smiling, with a self-assured, "Hm," as the opinion was warmly digested within, Victoria silently nodded and slid both hands around the back of Star's neck, in massage. Far be it from her, not to give a reward. "I guess the answer to my next question about casting you would be a definite 'yes', then, huh?"
"Uh, totally!" Star said, giving a valley-girlish bob of her head, though it was mostly in jest. "You think I'd let some skank hijack my role?" Not one to turn away a pleasurable touch, she twisted her hair and lifted it up, so that Victoria's fingers could maneuver unimpeded. "Just call me the Laura to your Carmilla, if that's what you go with." She allowed her eyelids to grow heavy. There was an incidental flick of the brunette's nails against Star's nape, and she shivered. "I always liked the name Laura, ever since I saw Sleeping With the Enemy. Did you ever see that?"
She broke into a large smile and glanced over her shoulder at Victoria. "Remember that part where her crazy husband thinks she drowned, and he goes out on the balcony, and he's all like, 'Laaaaaauuuuuuraaaaaa!' It was hilarious. And he had that 1970s porno 'stache. Seriously, I don't know what the stylist was thinking." Feeling the urge to reciprocate in some way, she reached for Victoria's legs and pulled her feet onto the couch. She planned to knead the arches of them.
Their touchy-feeliness seemed to be a natural result of two such feline personalities. Had they been possessed of tails, then those would probably be constantly entwining through one another's fingers, too. The pair of them just seemed to be very tactile in one another's company. Tactile and appreciative of their shared beauty. It was a very natural thing, able to wash away stress, in and of itself. The last time, however, Vicky could not remember any massage being returned in kind and any footwear was slid off with ease, toes stretching, only to curl up in ergonomic satisfaction.
"Well, I can't quite promise the same cheesy heights of dialogue, but I don't think you'd ever forgive me, if I tried!" Vampires might not need to breathe, but Victoria did sigh at the feel of Star's fingers pleasuring the lowermost surface of foot. Her own careful to mirror a similar effect at Star's shoulders, paying careful, albeit leisurely, attention to any unrealised knots of tension she might find there. "I saw you at that big government meeting, by the way... I tried to wave, but the big guy with an afro got in the way before you saw me, I think. It had me worrying about whether to go through with this, but I'll admit, you're tempting me..."
A smile. "Maybe in more ways than one."
At mention of the meeting, Star rolled her eyes. "Oh god, the government. What a load of bullshit, right? Like I'd put on a blazer and hobnob with a bunch of suits who want to tag us all. They're probably building the concentration camp as we speak." She tilted her head and pressed her thumbs against the balls of Victoria's small feet. "There's a reason I never got picked for hall monitor in school. I don't tattle. The only thing that freaked me out was something I heard afterward. Apparently they can cut off our credit cards. That means my Visa. They really know how to hit a girl where it hurts."
Deciding that she hated the topic, Star was sorely tempted to skip past it, and return to the flirtation Victoria had begun. But first, she wanted to know her friend's take on it. "You're not joining, right? Because then you'd have to turn me in, and I doubt I can shoot films from federal lock-up."
For a moment, Victoria looked past her, down at the floor in contemplation. "I don't know," she honestly replied, then glanced back up again, renewing her dexterity of thumbs, with a smile. "Probably not," she half-heartedly concluded, placing a small kiss to one of partner's shoulders. "It's bad enough knowing Slayers... The idea of dispatching my own kind doesn't exactly appeal to me." Then a more concerned frown. "Neither does the idea of a pretty girl's neck under my fangs being rare... And I mean that."
That was probably the biggest hurdle for Victoria. Not so much the monitoring, but having to deny herself too much indulging in the prime urges which had brought her into such an existence, in the first place. Victoria hardly ever being allowed to sink her fangs into female skin, was like putting the Rolling Stones into rehab. It was never going to happen.
Inhaling softly, she caught a whiff of Star's perfume and gave another leisurely smile. Feet curling again, at the attention given to her soles. "Like yours, for instance," she added. Mostly due to the casting decision now making that a very real possibility. One which, Vicky would never deny, had a way of exciting her. "Still interested in acting that out, for real...? I think I know the answer, but... It's important for me to know."
The mouth against her skin made Star inhale, just so she could sigh. The blonde allowed her body to sink more fully into the couch. She leaned her shoulder against the plush back of it. "I'm still interested," she revealed.
It was the truth, and it didn't bother her to admit it. The risk-taker in Star was bored with her current situation. Moreover, she was bored with where she thought life might take her. When Tyler was alive, part of her entertained the notion of spending forever with him, and maybe even making a little Tyler-shaped baby in her late 30s. Star knew in her bones that Ty was the only man she would've ever settled down with. With that possibility relegated to distant memory, just to avoid the pain, she didn't see much reason to keep trucking along towards middle age. There was nothing for her there but the degeneration of a body she viewed as her best characteristic, and too many 'what-ifs' drifting through her headspace.
There was maybe fifteen percent of Star that was still on the fence, but she knew Victoria well enough to understand her wishes would be respected, should she get cold feet at the last moment.
Star squeezed the brunette's ankles. "I'd ask for a test drive, to see what it's like being bitten, but maybe I should save my virgin neck for the camera." A wandering finger tickled the inside of Victoria's leg.
Star was teasing her, Victoria knew. Although realised the girl was teasing herself, just as much, if not more so. Toying with death... It was the very thing the huntress used to coax prey into offering themselves up as a willing meal. All things considered, Vicky had become rather an expert at not only detecting the signs, but making them blossom. Practically spooning the blonde, such were the mechanics of their respective body positions, Victoria felt like making a squirm at the stroke of fingers, although had just enough self-control to remain unflustered.
And enough to possibly give what was being asked for... Victoria was guessing those written scenes must really have had the effects Star spoke of, after all. "Well... I don't have to give penetration... Not until the time comes..."
It was the brunette's usual mix of double-meanings and gift for the poetic. She could whisper a lot worse - and more pleasurable - into Star's ear, should she so choose to. Really, though, there was no incentive for the vampiress not to respond to such signals. This was Victoria Foxworth. More than that, it was Vicky with an apparently very interested Star Tomlin. Given such a mathematical formula, it was difficult not to come up with any other result, but that of the most inevitable.
The movement of digits against tendons slowed, became somehow more suggestive, if such a thing was possible. It might have been a while, but Victoria had never lost her sapphic touch, so to speak. A soft blow of air being made across Star Tomlin's skin; Victoria nosing away the hair, most affectionately. She always found it perplexing why pornography was so often composed of nothing but nude bodies. To her, sensory stimulation - and depravation - were key components of the genuinely erotic, just as was the right amount of clothing. Exposed breasts and thighs were almost never as appealing, to her, as a hint of cleavage or strategically absent hint of skirt. One was gratuitous. The other, more an invitation.
And she replied to Star's now.
"See, I've had experience," the vampiress seduced in that delicately feminine tone of voice. "You, my gorgeous angel... My vampish little Laura-to-be... It'll be difficult, but I can resist, you know..." Not quite a kiss, but lips touched, all the same. They seemed to roam, brushing sensual way up that neck, up to the softened shell of ear, allowing those words to drip alluring honey, before that same mouth began to drift back down again. "Just about..."
Whereas Victoria's years had been spent crafting the art of seduction, Star's had been spent learning how to perform. It was not about pretending anything; Rather, it was about allowing herself to revel in sensations in a manner that showcased her sexuality, and made the thought of illiciting heightened reactions from her more alluring. She had learned well, watching men watch her. They did love to stare, and she loved an audience.
With a graceful loll of her head to one side, Star exposed the full arc of her neck to her fanged friend. She had the neck of a swan, long and slender. A pulse beat visibly beneath her skin. Her mouth parted on a soft breath, and as she leaned back into the other woman's figure, it was almost as if she were settling into a warm bath.
Star's fingers began to tiptoe up Victoria's calves and, bending her elbows, she was able to graze the undersides of the brunette's thighs. She did so with slow strokes of her nails. "Try me," she said, a taunt that was equal parts challenge and directorate. Sliding her legs up and over the couch arm, she crossed them at the ankle and worked them up and down against one another.
Victoria remembered a certain degree of hesitation, the last time. An unknown quantity, no matter how small in actual amount. This time, each knew the limits and, indeed, called upon that very envelope to expand. For that reason, there was an extra measure of comfort and Victoria allowed herself a dark giggle. A playful, suggestive sound, as lips now made greater contact with skin. Facial characteristics and necks were the two things in women which seemed to attract Victoria the most and Star's were divine. The oral teasing she gave, seemed as fun as Star's conscious baiting was effective. Thighs flexed a little and Victoria's hold slid into a slightly more generous embrace; feminine curves graced with smooth fingers, thumbs and palms.
By the time Victoria had begun to trace Star's pulse with the tip of tongue, she had already graduated to the level of what could only be described as erotic foreplay. If Star had felt it akin to being in a bath, then Victoria looked upon it now as a jacuzzi, complete with intoxicatingly naughty bubbles. Quite why she did it, was probably one of those psychological quirks known only to her, if at all, but Victoria began to hum, singing a little lullaby, as she walked one pair of fingers around the other side of neck, down Star's cleavage, rounding breasts. She admired the female form and Star's was exquisite. A thing to be appreciated and explored, equally. The mutual massage was excellent feedback, allowing both partners to know what affected each the most and Victoria had got plenty of cues, once she got to the stage of closing that curtain of lips over the girl's neck, now coaxing with that careful balance of laving tongue and suction.
Careful, cautious, yet immaculately glorifying... A fresh sound was next heard. That of ridged crest and sharpening teeth. A regal, utmost predatory look for the vampiress, now fully capable of taking the bite so very desired.
Desired, but not quite taken. For Victoria was a responsible girl, even if a tempted one.
The tell-tale sound of a human face shifting into vampiric one only flattered the wiccan. She considered it a sign that her neck was a sore temptation to Victoria, even if one that could be managed. Some women might be too impeded by modesty to believe they could fan the flames, but she wasn't hampered by any such worry. So Star draped her arms over Victoria's knees and fell into repose. Her limbs were balletically soft, no stiffness to give away any mistrust.
As fingers wandered near her breasts, the blonde arched her spine, as if offering herself up to whatever touches might come. The toes of one foot curled against the sofa. "Let me feel your teeth," she suggested. It had always been the case that Star excelled in being on top, even when she was strategically on the bottom, giving the appearance of submission while calling out demands. With men, it allowed them to feel as if they were in control, when they so rarely had been.
Star would've been remiss not to use her own talents for naughtiness. Smiling, she closed her eyes. With whispered command in a foreign tongue, what Victoria now felt was the effect of an erotic spell. The designs she drew with tongue and teeth on the wiccan's neck were mimicked on the side of her own. It was a mirroring spell, one Star had learned to inflict pain back on those who dared to wound her. Now it was used to give an unusual source of pleasure.