Who: Pam and Maia (the Warden) What: Trying each other out. When: About two hours after this log. Where: A hotel room in Santa Ana. Rating: Mature. Smut everywhere. Status: Complete
She’d had to tip extra well, but the hotel staff had cleaned and remade the bed by the time Maia was due to show up. Thankfully, there hadn’t been any blood this time, just the usual fluids. This client had been flat out annoying, and she’d been glad when his blubbering, begging ass had gotten his rocks off and left. Half the reason she did this was because of watching men beg, but this idiot had practically acted like she was going to kill him or something.
Maia, she guessed, would be more fun. Pam changed into a tight white dress with studs that showed off her assets - still enticing, but a little less hard to fucking breathe in than hot rubber. She better not stand her up.
Maia pulled up in her beat up little car, and got out. She'd changed into a short dress, for easier access and because it had a neckline that nearly went to her navel. She'd even worn heels, to help accentuate things.
She knocked on the room door and waited, nervously.
Pam heard the knock, but barely. She came over to open the door, and leaned against the jamb, smiling in a way that wasn’t quite sweet. “Are you scared?” She asked, amused. “You can come in. I told you, I don’t bite unless you want me to.” This woman wasn’t a client.
"Nervous. How do I know you're not some sort of serial killer preying on sweet, innocent librarians," Maia replied, good naturedly. She came inside and dropped her purse on the desk. She wasn't really worried. She could always set things on fire and run.
“You don’t,” Pam replied, “in the interests of honesty. But I guess you could always look me up on Yelp.” She really was on Yelp, and she really did have a small following of loyal fans. Customers. Whatever. She chuckled. “You want me to say you look good and I’d like to touch you, you look good and I’d like to touch you.” You said what you had to, if you wanted the girl you had your eye on.
"You look good and I want to touch you," Maia replied in kind, hunger in her eyes. She appreciated Pam's frankness, and stepped forward, sliding her hands around her waist.
Pam didn’t like bullshit. She pulled Maia inside, kicking the door shut and kissed her, just sensing that was necessary. She rested her hands on the girl’s waist, figuring she’d start slow.
Maia groaned into the kiss, and dug her fingers into the small of Pam’s back. She might have laughed a little at first, but it was soon replaced by heat instead of hilarity. Oh..yes, this was good.
Mm. Pam sighed, reaching around and grabbing at the curve of her ass. “Not bad,” she murmured. Even if it had been epic, it didn’t do to overemphasize. Still, there was enough meat to hold onto.
"God..." Maia gasped, moving her lips along Pam's jawline, and returning the favor. "I hope it meets your approval, I'd be horribly embarrassed."
She liked this woman’s sass, that was for sure. Too many milquetoast bed partners and clients tended to bore Pam and make her grumpy. She didn’t answer in words, instead reaching her free hand up to pull Maia’s hair a little, just enough to be felt.
"Hnng..." Maia had the problem of being generally very chatty, but that only got a throaty growl from her, and her nails digging into Pam's back side. She raked them up lightly.
“Harder.” No half-ass anything in her bed. Pam two-stepped Maia back until they were leaning against the wall near the king-size mattress. She didn’t really see a need to talk much, normally, but somehow this girl brought it out of her. “Would I win the bet that you’re not wearing panties?”
"Like this?" Maia purred, scraping her nails into Pam's skin. Her tone wasn't so much questioning as a statement. The Warden dug them in with a groan. "Your prize is me not wearing any panties."
Mmph. Much better. Pam let out a purr, kissing Maia again, letting that hand explore a little. Her skirt was short and tight, and Pam pushed her against the wall while reaching underneath. She felt skin, and pinched Maia’s ass, just to make her squeak. “Damn, I’m good.”
Maia squeaked, and broke the kiss to tilt her head back against the wall. She shuddered and rocked her hips. “You’re cheating, somehow.”
“Cheating? Now how on earth could I be cheating?” Pam chuckled. Hell, she usually met her clients in public just so they couldn’t accuse her of trying to roofie them or some shit. Never mind the people she saw on a private basis. She took Maia’s cue, though, kissing and nibbling down to Maia’s jawline.
“MMNnnnh...You’re just that good then.” Maia laughed and lifted her leg to wrap it around Pam’s waist. She dug some fingers in the blonde’s hair and guided her with little rough yanking movements. She guessed that Pam liked it a little rough.
A lot rough, but at the same time, she wasn’t going to get off if she scared Maia away. Pam kept kissing and biting, reaching that one hand down and copping more of a feel of her ass, her palm running over soft skin. Maia was a good looking woman, and she wanted to have some fun.
Arching into Pam, Maia started to squirm. She wanted clothing off and she wanted it off now! The mage had a sudden, magnificent idea, and she cooled her breath, kissing Pam with an icey mouth. She added a bit of a shock to the end of it.
Magic, it has it's uses.
It certainly froze Pam. She looked up swiftly, distrustful but still pleased, not ready to scream or freak out. “The fuck?” She kissed Maia again, pulling her skirt up a little more. “What kind of trick was that?”
“Just a little magic trick,” Maia said, her breath fogging over a little. She gave another little zap before making a begging sound.
She’d let it go. Especially since it set her whole mouth to tingling and all the way down her spine. “Nice party trick.” She got Maia’s skirt up around her waist and reached between her legs, just lightly at first.
That was a different sort of shock, one that shot through Maia’s body faster than she’d been expecting. It left her skin tingling. She grinned into the kiss and started to work her hands into Pam’s top. “I try.”
Pam was able to get her arms out of the top of her dress, leaving her in a black bra and her dress pooled around her waist. “Mm. Let’s get you sitting, hon. I consider it an insult if your legs still work.” She smirked, turning away from Maia after another grope, going to shimmy out of her dress.
“They’re already pretty weak, or did you want to find out on your own?” Maia shrugged her dress down, and shimmied out of it as well. The fabric fell to the ground with that sexy little fwump, and Maia stood there completely naked.
Pam stopped for a second and just plain ogled, because she could. She might have a skinny ass, but her tits might just be perfect. She smirked big and wide, getting her dress off completely and going back to put her mouth on Maia. She started at the woman’s jaw line, going down to her collar bones, until she’d gotten down to one nipple. One hand was around Maia’s waist, while the other teased between her legs like she’d been doing before.
About the only thing Maia could say just then was "Hnnhh...."
She dug her nails into Pam's scalp and pulled her face against her breast, while spreading her legs to give her more access.
Good. She liked bossy. She liked those noises, too. Pam used her thumb at first, teasing her while her mouth went around that perfect breast, using lips and tongue. She wanted Maia loud, and that was only done by going firm. “Anything else?” Pam murmured, smiling before her mouth went back around the nipple.
"Fuck.." Maia gasped, the fingers in Pam's hair growing more insistent and demanding, while she rocked her hips against her hand. Crap, what was her-- right, Pam. "Pam..."
Pam slid one finger inside in response to that, thankful she’d taken off her fake nails after her client had left. That would just have been fucking tacky. She kissed over, finding her way to Maia’s left breast, licking and sucking on the underside before teasing her nipple again. Her free hand squeezed the right breast, and laughed softly when her name came out half strangled.
And it would have hurt too. Maia groaned. "Go....ahead and laugh, you...little...Hnn..." She closed her eyes and decided to just shut up for once. She was going to fall over if they kept this up. She finally managed to ask, "Bed...?"
“I guess.” Pam chuckled, taking the opportunity to get her own bra off, letting Maia get comfortable before going back for another kiss. She liked teasing, but she didn’t want anybody screaming bloody murder. At least not anybody she was seeing for fun.
Once Maia was on her back, Pam figured she’d go for the jugular. “Is it cliche to say ‘lie back and think of England’?” She leaned between Maia’s legs and started using her tongue, her finger going back where it had been.
Maia laid back, getting comfortable so that she could ogle Pam as she stripped. She liked what she saw, she liked what she saw very much. She let out a soft, pleased sigh as Pam settled in between her legs. “Oh, England will be the last thing I’ll think oh my god....”
She moaned, and arched her body.
She was such a mouthy little thing. It was kind of hot. Pam had more of a work ethic when it wasn’t a client, so she was doing her very best to help Maia get off. After all, she’d remember when it was her turn. Or she damn well better. Pam kept going, mostly with her tongue; some girls didn’t like too much penetration. She had no doubt that Maia would tell her what she wanted.
She did like to talk, Maia did. She liked the sound of her own voice and she usually had a lot to say. And as Pam worked at her with tongue and fingers, she told her in no uncertain terms everything she liked, through how loud or urgent her moaning got.
The reason she was willing to give her partners everything they wanted was usually because they felt either beholden or challenged afterward. There weren’t many women who were such cunts as to just say ‘thanks for the oral’ and leave. Pam didn’t think Maia would be one of them, either. Besides, she tasted good. Pam slowed down a little, crooking her fingers instead, smiling in spite of herself.
Maia jerked suddenly, gasping out loudly when Pam hit a particularly good spot. She scratched at Pam’s hair and whimpered. “Oh..that there...just like that...” Her voice was breathy and racy as she added, in an almost droll British fashion. “You’re quite good.”
“I work at it,” Pam murmured, grinning, continuing to crook her fingers the way Maia had asked. “Almost there, darling.”
Unable to respond with words, Maia threw her head back and cried out loudly as she came. The mage squeezed her thighs tight around the woman's head as the spasms rippled through her body.
Pam was used to it, having gone back to using her tongue, holding Maia’s hips down as she enjoyed the orgasm. The simple fact was, it made her feel good when she made people come. Surely that was understandable.
Panting, Maia giggled, then loosened her legs. She reached down to tug Pam up. She wanted to kiss her, savor the mixture of tastes on her lips, and she wanted to touch her.
Sex wasn't fun if everyone wasn't having fun.
Mm. Worked for her. Pam crawled up the mattress, reaching up a hand to caress Maia’s face, letting herself be kissed. She really did feel nice, and if she was honest, a little kernel of kind-of-want-to-see-her-again was forming.
Wrapping an arm around Pam, Maia flipped them around. She continued to kiss her leisurely, her hand stroking and caressing at a breast. It was exploratory, and a little gentle, but with promise for so much more. Mostly, Maia was in no hurry. She enjoyed the feel of skin under her hand.
Pam didn’t like gentle, but she’d deal with it for now; she figured it was a prelude to more. She wrapped a leg around Maia’s, sighing when the girl’s fingers ran over the right spot. It was a good start, that was for sure.
It was a prelude. Maia started by trailing her tongue down Pam’s throat, and placing rough little bites all along her collar-bone. Her hands became rougher and more enthusiastic on her breasts, and then a moment later she’d closed her lips around a nipple.
That got a groan and a yank on that pretty hair; being light and fluffy never got anybody anywhere, and Maia seemed to grasp that. She sighed loudly when mouth joined hands, arching her back up a little against Maia. Pam snaked one hand into Maia’s hair, while the other reached down to touch herself.
“Nuh.” Maia reached down and pushed Pam’s hand away, lifting it up and pinning it over the blonde’s head. She met her eyes. “I touch you. You don’t touch yourself, love.” Grinning, she started to nibble her way down Pam’s abs, letting go of her wrist so that she could caress nearly everywhere she could reach.
That pleased Pam; she tended to like people who knew what they wanted. And the accent was nice, too. She’d had a couple of enjoyable nights with a Cockney girl who shrieked when she came, but before then, she’d kept up a nice Brit-flavored turn of dirty talk. “Mm. So sorry.” She moved that free hand to tease at her own nipples the way she liked, the other in Maia’s hair as she moved down.
She liked that, watching Pam tease herself. She settled in between her legs and licked her lips. She was just going to assume Pam had showered and washed. It wasn’t like this was the first time she’d had the second helping. Or whatever.
She flicked her tongue playfully.
Too many years of being in the sex trade had made Pam almost compulsive about washing; there was nothing to worry about there. She reacted when Maia didn’t just go to it, instead toying with her. Pam couldn’t hide the faint groan, arching her back and hips a little with a breathless smirk. “That’s nice.”
“Just feeling you out, Pam.” Maia purred the words, using her breath as well as her lips and tongue as she moved from toying to teasing to ravenous - - - and then right back to toying. Smirk.
Oh, very good. Pam groaned louder, trying not to break Maia’s damn nose. It tended to not get her a second date. She spread her legs as wide as she could, enjoying that frost-breath on as much skin as she could manage to expose.
It would, however, be a wound to brag about. Maia half giggled, half groaned but used her frost breath sparingly. She gently added the use of her teeth, before she lit a spark off the tip of her tongue right onto.... she’ll leave that up to the reader’s imagination.
Pam’s eyes damn near bugged, but then it gave way to a wave of pleasure so sharp it almost hurt. “Oh, fucking shit!”
Maia laughed, and flicked her tongue, now warm, but not burning hot. She quickly alternated with cold, then slid an electrically charged finger inside of her. "You know..." She murmured between laps. "Figuring out sexy things with magic was one of the first things I learned when I hit puberty as a mage."
“You are smart.” Pam managed before totally forgetting how to talk. She didn’t quite understand how Maia could actually have real magic - it didn’t make sense - but this was so not the fucking time to ask. Soon she had Pam moaning, fisting Maia’s hair between her knuckles.
"I are smart," she replied, laughing. She pressed her tongue and her fingers, and finally shut up. She closed her eyes and went at Pam ravenously.
The way Maia went at it, it wasn’t long before Pam was coming harder than most people ever saw her come. She’d apologize for jerking her hips later, because that was totally not going to stop in time. She just tried her best to ride it out, eventually winding up with eyes closed and legs limp. Shit, she hated being the one to ask to see somebody again, but she’d do it this time.
Maia rested her cheek on Pam's thigh. She wasn't sure how the other girl felt about post-smexy snuggles or holding, so she'd just leave it up to her to decide how long Maia would be hanging around.
"Think I sprained something..."
She’d put up with it for a little while, at least until she got the feeling back in her calves. “Fuck,” Pam managed. “I can’t learn that power, can I?” She’d be a billionaire in a year, if she could.
Maia laughed, and shimmied up her body. She planted her face into her cleavage and groaned. "I don't think so. You'd have to have natural talent and unless you dream of darkspawn and the fade..."
“Never heard of anything like that, alas.” Pam kinda liked where Maia’s mouth had wound up. She even rested a hand at the curve of the other woman’s back, feeling almost peaceful. “I’m woman enough to admit when something’s fucking good, and that was fucking good.”
“Mmmmmm,” she hummed, against Pam’s skin. She let out a little sigh, and said, “It was brilliant.” Perfectly brilliant, meaningless sex. She didn’t get enough of that, really. The brilliant part. She hadn’t had meaningful sex in longer than she cared to think about.
Pam sighed, feeling Maia’s head rise and fall lying on her chest. “You’re going to make me ask to see you again, huh.” She had to admit, it was fair. For sex that good? And there was kind of a nice charm about her. She didn’t judge.
"Mmm...." Maia smirked against Pam's skin. "I'll have to think about it."
“Cheeky bitch.” Pam smirked right back. “I may not have friggin’ ... magic powers, but I do have tricks you have seen nothing of yet.”
“Well in that case, are you going to ask me to see you again?” Maia propped herself up and looked down into Pam’s eyes, with a devilish smirk.
“Fine.” She’d get Maia babbling if she had to wear a damned schoolgirl uniform to do it. It was a matter of fucking personal pride now, thank you. “Want to do an actual date sometime? Like, dinner before the fucking?”
“Sure,” Maia said, trying to not sound too excited about the idea. “We’ll need the energy, I assure you!”