Fang likes things salty (wild_luck) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-16 15:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, oerba yun fang, pamela swynford de beaufort |
I think that guy thinks you’re the world’s hottest lesbian pimp.
Who: Fang and Pam
What: Random pickup (Pam gets around!)
When: Recently
Where: Near Eve
Status: complete
Rating: R for sexings
Fang was just getting off-shift, yawning as she stepped out of the bar. The woman stretched, leaning on a black cane with the head of a dragon as she rubbed the back of her neck. It had been a busy night, which wasn’t a bad thing. She’d made a small fortune in tips, gotten four phone numbers, and... what appeared to be an IOU for an Asian massage.
She smirked.
Pam was clad in full leather and latex, still pissed off even on her way home, wishing she had a coat to cover herself. The first asshole who flirted and she would not be held responsible for her actions. Her client had broken every goddamned rule - she got paid for certain things. Penetrative sex was not one of those, unless she had the fucking strap-on. She stalked past a busy bar, inwardly praying that nobody said anything. She’d bust heads.
If there was one thing Fang wasn't known for, it was keeping her mouth shut. She watched the leather-clad woman walk by and whistled, pushing her hair back from her forehead. "Ain't it a lil' hot to be wearin' that, or are you why I'm so warm?"
Cheesy, but she didn't care. Cheese could be fun.
Pam was fully about to follow through on her threat to grab a neck and bash someone’s head against the wall, but she did stop when she saw the pretty woman. Maybe she would let this one live unhurt. She managed a faint smile. “Client paid me to fuck him up, not fuck him. I am not a prostitute.” Loud and clear, for the record. Just in case any cops were around.
“Didja fuck’im up anyway?” Fang asked, shifting her weight and leaning on her cane with the practiced motions of someone at ease with themselves.
“I did what he paid me for and then when he asked for more I told him to fuck himself and left.” Pam didn’t notice the cane until the woman shifted, but didn’t care much. She was still pretty. “I try to be live and let live, but there are contracts and there are contracts.”
“What do y’do, exactly, mate?” Not that Fang couldn’t tell, but she liked to hear how people described themselves. Gave her an idea of who she was talking to.
“Worksafe title? Escort. Real title? Basically dominatrix.” Pam smirked. “It’s great money and I usually enjoy myself when they honor the deal.”
“So did you leave ‘im all tied up somewhere?” That’s what Fang would have done. After bloodying his nose. Not that she’d ever actually do anything with a man. Even if you paid her. There was probably an exception somewhere but she’d never met him.
Pam laughed. “Yeah, I did! I went to his hotel room, so I left him with his hands behind his back. He’ll either get free or the housekeeper’ll find him.” She didn’t exactly regret it - what was the guy going to do, complain that his dominatrix had tied him up? “If I’d had a damn coat, would have worked out just fine.”
"I don't know, y'look pretty good in that getup," the Australian said, looking her up and down again. "Ya own it. Not everyone who tries it does."
Oh, good, the woman wasflirting. “I’d like to think so, it was made for me.” Pam smiled, coming over a little closer. “Name’s Pam, by the way. Obviously, you’re not from around here; have you been around too long?”
"I'm Fang. Been here for a few years now." She jerked her thumb back at Eve. "Started there, they've liked me 'nough to keep me around."
“Fang?” Pam repeated. “No offense, that’d be interesting to yell in bed.”
“You’re not the first person to make that joke.” She spun her cane around in the air and then smacked it on the ground. “Y’won’t be the last. An’ I don’t mean the last to make the joke.”
“Are you propositioning me?” Pam wasn’t offended in the least. She grinned, folding her arms.
"I have a belief in fate," Fang said, tilting her head, her hair falling to the side. "Usually I like to punch it in the balls, but sometimes it throws me nice things."
“You too?” Pam figured she’d risk it, brushing that hair out of the Australian girl’s face. “Though, and I’m sorry for the cliche, I’m not nice.”
"Naughty sort o'nice," Fang clarified, eyes gleaming playfully. "Though I can't say I'd call fate in the morning." Unless it was a pink haired blonde girl. Wait, Pam was blonde.
“Don’t worry about that if you don’t want. I have a lot of people calling me in the morning.” Going from a jackass client to a hot girl worked for Pam; she didn’t need any strings to have fun.
"Long as you don' have someone come lookin' for me pissed off, I don't really care, mate." She looked around, as if trying to figure out where they should go. She could probably leave her bike - it was a pain in the ass anyway, even if it did exercise her leg.
“If you don’t think I’m going to try to assault you or something, I know a hotel a couple blocks down.” She figured if the injury was a problem for Fang, the girl would just say so. And that particular Best Western was actually decent. The girl at the desk owed her a favor. And some head, come to think of it, but that could be another night.
Fang smiled sheepishly. "Jus' tryin' to figure out where we could go. Hotel works fine with me." Her sheepish smile turned wolfish.
“Was just thinking, the girl at the desk owes me a favor.” Pam smiled just as faux-sweetly. “Should be able to get in free. Or I can just tell her boyfriend she’s actually a lesbian.”
"Good to know if we get bored we can have some extra fun on her lunch break," Fang said innocently, twirling a finger into a curl of Pam's hair.
“Mmmhmm. Her boyfriend actually caught us once, but I covered for her with the old mouth to mouth excuse.” Pam smirked, leaning her head into Fang’s hand. “He actually bought it.”
"Dumbarse," Fang snerked. Her fingers trailed across Pam's cheek, then across her lip.
“I told her, she really should just forget it. Women are more gentle anyway. If you want us to be.” Pam amended.
"We only bite when asked politely." Fang snapped her teeth at Pam.
“I do like you.” Pam inclined her head off to the left. “See the red sign down the building? About two blocks.” She didn’t want to get all solicitous; if this Fang needed help, Pam got the impression she’d ask for it.
Fang didn't wait for permission, and slid her arm around Pam, pulling her against her as she walked. She had a cane in her right hand, and a hot blonde in leather in her left, and she was happy about the latter.
The walk wasn’t far, though they did pass a few people, and Pam couldn’t resist playing up the image. She nuzzled against Fang’s shoulder as they walked, smiling obviously. “I think that guy thinks you’re the world’s hottest lesbian pimp.”
"You mean I ain't?" Fang nuzzled her nose into Pam's hair, trying to figure out what shampoo she used. Her hand slipped down and goosed the blonde.
She’d take it; Fang was damn cute. Pam laughed, playfully nipping her ear. “I only take issue with the pimp part.” She’d never been a hooker. Wasn’t about to start.
They walked inside and the poor desk clerk almost swallowed her tongue. “Hello, sweetheart.” Pam smiled. “I’m guessing there’s a room available?” The girl stammered a little, but eventually shoved a key into Pam’s hand. She was trying to pointedly avoid looking at Fang.
"Mm. Does it count as pimpin' if we just beat them with my cane and take their money?" Fang smiled at the desk clerk, licking her upper lip and giving Pam a stage whisper, "Can I have her after?"
Pam laughed. In her best drawl, she said, “I don’t know, sugar; she looks downright scared of you!” She gave Fang’s ass a good grope and said to the clerk, “Really, honey, nobody in this town cares if you muff dive. It’s LA, not Bumfuck, Arkansas. Come on, hon.” She gently pulled Fang toward the back hall of rooms.
"Never been to Bumfuck, Arkansas." Fang said, as she was pulled towards the back. "Not really my favorite kink."
“Mine either. Though you’d laugh your ass off at how some men get off on it.” Pam smirked, opening the hotel room door. It was clean enough, and she’d given them one at the far end of the hall, so there weren’t too many people to get hissy if they were loud.
Fang didn't want to talk about how men got off. "I've yet to meet my exception, tiger." She guided Pam in by her nails digging into her ass. She licked her lips again. Just what she needed after a long night.
Worked for her. Pam kicked the door closed and wrapped an arm around Fang, going for a good, hard kiss. She’d never admit it, but the initial pulling together was always one of the best parts to a one-night stand. It was where you got the best sense of the person.
The bartender kissed back hard. She liked the way bodies tended to draw towards one another, and she liked the taste of salt and sweat on another woman. Sex never replaced the things she'd lost, but it sure as hell made her feel better.
Fang was a good kisser, and Pam showed her appreciation by copping a feel, appreciating that firm little ass. “Handy that I’ll have someone to help me out of this thing,” she murmured, grinning against Fang’s mouth. “It’s a bitch to get off alone.”
"I'll get that thing off of you in a jif," Fang replied, her voice a low growl. She hoped Pam liked tattoos...
She had one of her own. Pam reached over to help Fang get her clothes off; they didn’t look nearly as complex. Fang did help get Pam’s shirt (if it could be called that) off, and she chucked it toward the armchair in the corner. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath - it wouldn’t fit! - and she kind of hoped Fang appreciated it.
Fang's eyes gleamed with appreciation as she worked at the buttons of her own shirt. She had tribal designs on her left arm and on her legs, but her right shoulder was bare for now, mwhaha.
Pam helped her get her shirt off and bent down to run her mouth over a breast. She didn’t think Fang would want it light, so she nibbled a little, getting her teeth into the act. “Almost as good as your ass,” she murmured, smiling ferally.
They were generally larger than they looked in a lot of her pictures, and Fang tugged at Pam's hair, urging her harder, and rougher. Gentle sex wasn't what she wanted right now. She wanted to be used.
She wished she’d had any of her toys; her client had given her everything tonight. But Pam got the message, using more teeth, gripping Fang’s exposed hips hard. Those damn pants would have to go soon.
They weren’t going to go just yet. Fang gasped, pushing Pam towards the bed. Some words spilled out, all of them dirty.
Pam’s legs hit the foot of the bed, and she let Fang back her up the mattress before flipping them neatly. She smirked when Fang began to talk dirty; Pam’s leather pants would have to go eventually, but the rest of Fang’s clothes could go now.
She arched and wriggled out of her pants, then took a step back to watch Pam - and to let Pam look at her. It’s been a whole week since she’d gotten laid!
Pam looked down at her, smiling delightedly. “I hope you know you’re hot.” She kissed her again, reaching to grope a breast.
Fang groaned, kissing Pam back and pressing against her. There was something a little cold and hard pressing between them. Fang had more than tattoos.
Worked for Pam. She’d been curious about getting one herself, but never had the guts. She slid a hand down to touch it gently, with her thumb. “Did that suck to get in?” She went back to kissing Fang, from lips to jaw and downward.
“Sucked more n’ the car accident that hurt my leg,” Fang replied, eyes fluttering shut at the touch. “Feels really good, right now.” She wasn’t that self-conscious about her leg any more. It was stronger, and the only scars were faded. They told a story. And felt damn good when touched, too.
“Mm. So, worth it, then.” Pam didn’t ask; talk about shit that wasn’t her business. She kept to her ministrations, trying to work Fang up good and proper. She touched a little more firmly, enjoying the feel under her thumb.
Fang moaned breathlessly and tangled her fingers into Pam’s hair. She looked down at her, wanting to touch her back, to make her groan, to use her too. She didn’t talk as much during it as certain other people.
Pam went for it, settling between Fang’s legs, using tongue and fingers. She might not have that elemental magic like Maia or Doc Magius, but she hadn’t had any complaints yet. And since she still had her pants on, at least her ass would look good up in the air.
The bartender gasped, throwing her head back and bucking her hips into Pam’s mouth. She closed her eyes and grinned. “Oh yer good...”
That was always nice to hear. Pam went as hard as she could, using her free hand to grab Fang’s hand, pinning it to the mattress mostly just because she could. She liked when her partners were loud; it made her feel better about her own quiet in the sack. Hopefully Fang wouldn’t call her a corpse when it was her turn.
"Fuck...!" Fang resisted, but only in a token amount. She liked a little bit of being pinned. Okay maybe she liked it a lot, but she wasn't going to....
Okay so maybe she was going to tell Pam, very loudly, how good she was, when it ripped through her like a train.
Goddamn if that wasn’t hot. Pam slowed a little bit, though she kept her fingers touching around the piercing. “That gets you off, huh.” She smirked like a cat, slipping one finger inside Fang, gently crooking it, figuring being a teasing bitch would get her her own back later. “It’s so nice, not to have to wait for a man before you can go again.”
Whimpering, Fang writhed a bit more wildly. "Gonna..gonna...god...!" It really was nice. Fang thought that would be so very horrible. Waiting for a man. Good thing she never had. "Righthere..!"
Pam kept going, but she slowed down, mostly because she could. Maybe she got off a little on listening to people beg. Or threaten her, either way.
Fang? Fang wasn’t a begger. She yanked on Pam’s hair.“Why the fuck are you slowin’ down?!”
That made Pam laugh. “So I get off on control, sue me.” She sped up, even faster than before, pulling Fang’s mouth to hers to get her to shut up.
That was enough. Fang felt her body spasm and arch beneath Pam’s hand and she screamed into the woman’s mouth.
She hadn’t been lying; control did it for Pam. Knowing she’d been the one to make someone as sassy as Fang come unglued got her even more horny. She sighed loudly, leaning back and starting to yank at the buttons on her stupid pants. “These just have to get off, sorry, hon.” Double entendre, yes, but also the truth.
She laughed, and propped herself up, reaching down to help Pam. Her head was spinning, but she was eager to make Pam come as undone as her buttons were. “No worries there.”
Finally, after for-fucking-ever, the pants were off and Pam crawled back up the mattress. “Thank God. Christ, that shit is horrible when you’re sweaty.” Though she didn’t regret working up the sweat. She smirked down at Fang.
Sliding her hands up and down Pam’s body, the woman grinned, agreeing, but not really caring. “Too bad for you you’re about to get more sweaty.”
“Well, now they’re gone.” Pam pulled her closer, wrapping one leg around Fang’s body. “I’ll somehow survive.”
With a long, low groan, Fang suddenly flipped them around and pinned Pam beneath her. She wondered how the blonde liked turnabout play, and kissed her hard enough to find out.
That actually got a squeak out of Pam, and she laughed, though she was slightly embarrassed. She reached up to squeeze one of Fang’s breasts, just a little reminder that she could still move around.
Liking that, Fang didn’t object. She nipped at Pam’s throat, and then at her breast, sucking and licking hard. She had a lot of pent up energy for some reason - she was more than happy to get it out.
That was fine with Pam. She purred, arching her chest up, one hand pulling at Fang’s hair and yanking. She liked how this was going, and figured she ought to enjoy it even if it wasn’t going to last.
It wouldn’t last, but Fang would make it memorable. She bit into Pam’s stomach and then her thigh, before diving in nose first. She groaned happily- this was one of her happy places.
Exactly how Pam liked it. She moaned, her neck arching backward, even as she tried to keep her body mostly stationary. She didn’t want to break the woman’s nose, even if it was a one night stand. It was a matter of personal pride for her to leave her one night stands happy.
It seemed like Fang was trying to get Pam to break her nose, with how hard she was working her tongue and using her fingers. She groaned, and wrapped her lips around Pam’s clit, sucking hard.
Fang definitely didn’t wimp out. “Goddamn,” Pam breathed, whining a little, running her hands where she could, on her own body, in Fang’s hair again, just needing to touch.
She was sore, and there was a bruise on her cheek, but Fang was grinning ear to ear when she surfaced, slithering up Pam’s body. She liked the feel of skin on skin, and it was her way of cuddling while offering Pam an excuse not to.
Pam was pleased by it, almost in spite of herself. “You’re fun,” she purred, grinning.
“I try.” Fang licked her lips. “So’re you.”