Death at the Sapphic Ball

by Jane Brooke

  “Love...Love for Ash?” Ash whispered as her chin began to tremble.

  “Yes, you do not love someone? Do you not need love to experience sex?”

  A single tear gathered within one, almond eye, and with grief stricken across her face it fell from her eye, passed her cheek bone and dripped to the table cloth, dissolving within it as she said.

  “I do not know what love is. It is too expensive Love. I cannot afford it.”

  They were stunned as they just sat there unable to equate any of what they had just heard from her. At that moment Jane knew in her mind that Ash not having love in her life, it seemed so impossible that literally it was beyond disbelief.

  Ash sniffled just once, seemed to go into a trance and. Coming back, her eyes blinked twice as she came back from her sadness, her darkness. She gave them all a blazing smile, and now someone very different, laughed gaily, and said.

  “Darling Clare, I do not equate sex with love, it is a bit urban those morays, do not you think? I believe love is character and consistency, how we treat others day to day. One might say our track record on a continual day to day basis with other human beings. Sex is a gift, nothing to do with love for it is all about raw passion. We are basic animals after all and I adore it, it does keep me quite sane.”

  Dead silence, from everyone and of course all of it was insane, cosmic, as Ash finished slaying Carol as she turned her attention to Joan. With Jane’s head spinning from the alcohol and her words and above all her lips Jane watched over the next minutes as she featured Joan as if Ash were a director of some play.

  Ash probed and dug deep making her Joan feel like she was unique and special. Jane saw Joan glow again from such attention from such a unique and savage female.

  Then, as she was about to turn her scalpel to Jane, she hesitated as her cell in her small clutch buzzed. She opened it, saw a text and danced her thumbs along the keys, hit send. She turned and looked out and across the restaurant and through one of the windows.

  “Of course Mademosile Jane, the paparazzi have besieged us, a text from Marcel, look.”

  Jane followed her gaze and stared out of the restaurants window. Legions of photographers were pushing and shoving, fighting for turf, of course wanting Ash, her photos for their publications, which they would whore them to.

  She turned to Jane, looked deeply into her eyes and pouted just a bit. Welding her green eyes into Jane’s blues, she whispered to Jane. As she did, Jane remembered every word she said about her particular preference of lovers, or sex partners, or what ever the fuck she had been talking about.

  “Jane darling, you’ve saved some time for me, as we discussed earlier. Will you come play with me? I would love to know you better.”

  KNOW YOU BETTER...COME PLAY WITH ME?

  “Are you fucking kidding me, where do I sign up” ripped through Jane’s brain.

  She also thought that perhaps she was being a middle aged fool. For why would this exotic creature want to get to know her better, and what did that mean? But of course who could say no to such a request, as she tried to get her head straight. Ash laced her fingers to the back of Jane’s hand, smiled at her as Jane simply tried to focus her eyes on that face.

  As Jane exchanged eye ball locks with her people, they all looking with conspiracy back at her, she forced her brain to work. She could almost feel Ash’s breath that she had tasted briefly from her tiny lip kiss earlier, confusing, yet tantalizing her mind. Stumbling with words, and with a slur, Jane whispered through trembling lips.

  “Aaah, of...of course Ash..It’s..It’s early, what di...did you have in mind?”

  Ash smiled, looked at Jane as if she were an infant and said.

  “Jane, it wouldn’t be a delicious surprise if I told you. Come, Marcel will meet us in the alley in a few minutes.”

  She took her cell, texted Jane assumed Marcel, slapped her Apple closed, placed it in her clutch. Taking Jane’s shaking hand she stood and gazed down and around the table and gaily said.

  “The bill has been taken care of. I love you all, and so look forward to working with you all. Enjoy, please, see you soon, ta.”

  Still clutching Jane’s hand, and with the patrons buzzing and watching, she turned on a heel, found Pierre suddenly there, allowed him to layer her white cashmere cape around her broad shoulders. She kissed Pierre on each cheek, praised him in French, and with her high heels clicking and she giggling away, she and Jane, hand and hand, raced out of the dining room. They pirouetted through the kitchen and out the door they went.

  On sexual auto pilot, “Christ,” Jane thought, “she’s so young, bullet proof, and so sure.”

  Being led by a giggling Ash, hand and hand the girls were through the door.

  Where and off to who the fuck knew where? Jane could have cared less.

  Once in the alley, Jane spied through her semi-drunk, double vision two cooks smoking. They stared at the beauties holding hands as Ash ignored them. Obviously, Ash could of cared less of what others thought of her.

  Whether she was simply an accessory to Ash’s demented wants, she did not know, nor did she care. Standing there, Jane could see Ash’s breathing increasing. Without asking Ash pressed Jane against the brick wall, stared deep into her eyes, her breathing increasing even more, her tongue revolving around those ungodly lips.

  FUCK. Jane thought as Ash looked like a predator ocelot with Jane the sole delicacy on the menu.

  Ash stopped, smiled, looked at the two cooks.

  They got the message, killed their butts, walked past the two girls, took a peek-a-boo at them, entered the restaurant and were gone. Cupping Jane’s face in her hands, Ash leaned in. Her breath was warm and smelled like violets as she kissed Jane, tenderly, lips against lips as she allowed her white cashmere cape to spill to the asphalt.

  Jane gasped. Ash’s collar bones were exposed, her white slip pressed against those tiny breasts. Ash’s nipples were erect, her breathing growing, her eyes holding a green fire in them as she laid her fingers upon Jane’s cheek. Jane’s own breathing was whacking in her chest, as Ash whispered.

  “You are so beautiful Jane. I thought so the moment I meant you.”

  Jane felt panicked, drunk, not to mention so turned on she felt her underwear soaking wet. Jane was shaking as she could still feel Ash’s lips upon her own and still feel the aroma of her breath spiraling around her face as she stuttered.

  “Aah...Ash...I..I..I just don’t know...Your so yo...young...Ah...What about Marcel?”

  Ash giggled, looked at her as if she we’re a silly kid and leaned in and kissed Jane softly. Jane decomposed as she backed away just a bit. Ash touched her face with those teak, colored fingers and purred to her.

  “Not to worry Jane, I will text him when we are ready.”

  FUCK, she had planned this, what am I going to do? Jane thought.

  Ash pouted, almost as if a hurt spoiled child as she lowered her long eyelashes, closed her eyes, so much coal, blue/black mascara, so much madness. She opened her eyes and purred again.

  “Do you not find me attractive Jane? Please, don’t make me beg.” She whispered.

  AND THE ACADEMY AWARD GOES TOO:

  ATTRACTIVE...BEG...Are you fucking kidding me? Blazed through Jane’s, static mind.

  Try to imagine if everything you ever fantasized about was multiplied by a thousand and that creature, Alien, in the guise of the most stunning creature ever placed on the earth, painted in white, was staring at you as if you were the most desirable female on the planet? Jane was fucked, drunk and confused, but no more denial for her, as she said.

  “I...I just do...don’t know. Ash, you’re so stunning, I..I mean, OH fuck it, just do what you want with me.”

  Instantly she smiled and of course getting exactly what she wanted, for what ever reason that was, Ash touched Jane�
��s face again with her fingers. She pressed her Boa body against Jane’s, placed her lips along her ear and whispered.

  “Do not be afraid my Jane, we shall have a wonderful time of it, and it shall be beautiful.”

  Ash wrapped her arms around Jane, pulled her in and pressed her body against hers. Jane hesitated, an unable to resist her, she did the same as her hands pressed against her muscled back and never, not once in her life did she ever felt anything so erotic and sexual.

  Jane heard her moan once, felt her tummy expanding against her own. After a moment she pressed away from Jane, cupped her chin gracefully in her hands, lifted it a bit and, then layered her lips to Jane’s. Jane moaned as did she and of course now there was no going back, not that Jane would have taken that escape even if the dark Archangel Michael would have offered her eternal life at the feet of God.

  Ash broke away from her, weaved her fingers into the back of Jane’s blonde, drew her in and kissed her for a moment. Jane felt the heat of her breath on her lips, ear as Ash pushed away, leered at her as if she was insane. Ash was the conductor, a demon, Jane was positive of that as she and in no hurry and no angst stared at Jane through Jade eyes given to those of a heathen.

  Jane could not stop, could not break away or break from those hit woman Ash called eyes. Ash looked manic, perhaps happy and Jane could see her breasts swelling. Playfully, Ash winked at her, looked around and seemed to know what she was doing, what she wanted. Not going anywhere, Jane melted as Ash kissed her again.

  This time her tongue felt to Jane like a glorious key to a journey she already had taken in my mind.

  She could feel the self generated heat of Ash’s body against her own as Ash kissed her deeply and her saliva tasted like life it’s self. Jane was stunned. Ash whispered into her ear in French. Jane’s mind was on tilt, as she again moved her face just inches from hers.

  Turning, Ash peeked to the right, deeper into the alley. She gave Jane a playful wink, turned and smiled. Ash took her hand and lead Jane into darkness, right near a blue dumpster, a single light bulb stuck into the red brick walls, illuminating them. Jane’s head was reeling. She smelled the odor of garbage, filth on the alley floor.

  FUCK, it was all so right, how does she know? Rifled through Jane’s mind.

  Praying that she was not drooling, for she did that at times when downloaded with sex thoughts, Jane felt as if a passenger in the odyssey unfolding around her.

  But Ash was amazing, as she moved towards her, touched Jane’s face, looked at her with eyes like liquid napalm, and now what?

  Slowly, no hurry, Ash kissed her deeply as her hands danced all over Jane’s rump as she not so sweetly now pressed Jane against the bricks. Jane could feel the roughness of the mortar against her bare back. Ash hands were demanding, rough in play, we’re everywhere.

  She likes to hurt, Jane liked that. Who am I? What am I? Is this really me? Screamed through her brain.

  She would, soon find out exactly who and what she was.

  Ash squeezed her breasts, found Jane’s erect nipples, pinched them hard, maybe to hard for someone else, but not for Jane.

  Whimpering, Jane liked that too.

  Ash poured her tongue past her lips. To Jane it tasted like sweetness from the core of honey. Jane did not complain.

  Jane could hear her breathing whacking now, like hers as Ash wrapped her fist around her hair, pulled back, leered into Jane’s eyes as a mad woman, and pulverized her with kisses. Jane had the feeling as if Ash had crawled inside of her mouth, sucking down her saliva, taken her tongue, thus making it her own.

  It’s where Jane had wanted to be all along.

  For some time Jane allowed Ash to do what she liked. Her body had bucked, when Ash’s fingers found her wet cunt. Like a surgeon, Ash brought her to an orgasm from some deep place that Jane did not know existed.

  Feeling totally insane, her breathing bellowing, suddenly Jane felt a growing confidene. The champagne buzz helped, as well as Ash’s irresistible kisses, body touching, fingers dancing did not hurt either. J

  ane was, ready to go insane.

  Leaning in, Ash kissed her more. She grew rougher as Jane obviously knew that Ash was the dominate female of the species.

  Jane’s mind went to thought. Not the destructive thoughts of denial that had accompanied her for e life time. They we’re, thoughts of Ash.

  Is this what a savage prodigy is when so abandoned of any kind of inhibitions at all? YES, apparently it was.

  Then, Ash twirled her around, slammed Jane further against the bricks. Jane’s chin lowered as Ash slammed her palms against the wall. Jane felt like she’d been arrested by some kind of bitch bull cop.

  Where’s the night stick? Chuckled through her brain.

  She was too crazy to ask, Fuck, what now?

  Her skirt was lifting.“ Oh my fucking God.” Hummed out of her trembling lips

  Jane was on high heel toe points, Ash’s hands, her fingers were probing.

  The savant was rough. She relieved Jane of her panties. They swirled down around her ankles. Jane stepped out of them, her stilettos tangoing on the asphalt.

  She could hear Ash moaning, saying something in that Holly Go Lightly accent of hers, tinted in French.

  Jane’s ears were ringing. What was she saying? Forget it.

  Ash’s silk fingers we’re holding Jane’s bellowing tummy. They drifted down to her cunt; lay there like they belonged there. Jane gasped, gulped, was so wet and so crazed. She could hardly capture another breath.

  Her fingers were touching her clit. Heat, soft, rough, a gush of air bellowed out of Jane’s lips as Ash masturbated her, for some time. And, then with one hand wrapped around Jane’s waist, she moved her fingers away from Jane for a moment. Then, Jane felt all of her fingers, attached to that small fist, at the entrance of her cunt.

  Kissing, biting Jane’s neck like a she wolf, she was whispering to Jane something. What, Jane did not know.

  Unable to assimilate her words, Jane’s body tensed, as in one motion Ash plunged her fingers, her small fist inside of Jane, deep, until there was no place left to go, almost.

  Jane’s head jerked back, her teeth gritted, her spine striated as her eyes watered and shoots of pain shocked her everywhere. Pain, madness, pleasure now engulfed her mind and body.

  God fucking dammit, she’s inside of me, roughly, permanently, her other hand is holding my spine, my back is arched and my butt wants her to whack me. REALLY? Jane internally screamed.

  Seemingly able to read Jane’s mind, she slapped her bare ass. Jane shivered, yelped and vibrated as Ash pumped her cunt for minutes.

  Surreal, exotic, turned on and manic, Jane was not counting time.

  She could feel the power of Ash’s athletic body as Ash controlled her and gave her one orgasm after another and, then “SWOOSH” she withdrew her fist as Jane’s knees buckled.

  “OOOOH...Fuuuuck...Ohhhh my...OOOOH” Stuttered out of Jane’s lips, as saliva dripped down her chin

  Jane’s mind sparked and the oxygen exploded out of her chattering teeth as she felt one last rumbling orgasm in a place deep inside she did not know existed. Ash had found some magic switch in there Jane had not known was there.

  Ash’s breathing was going mad, as she threw down more kisses along Jane’s neck and cheek as she stopped.

  Without asking she again impaled Jane’s cunt up to her wrist with her fist. Jane’s fucking knees collapsed as she white knuckled her fists and banged the bricks with them. Ash was not a shy girl. In and out again, the pain was a delight, the fear palatable. Jane loved it. For the first time in her power broker life she did not have to think.

  Fuck, she could feel it, the blood flow.

  The fucking bitch was an alchemist.

  Who needs a cop’s night stick? Jane mind bellowed

>   “Right there, CHRIIIST. OOOOOH NOOOO” Jane whimpered as she banged her forehead against the wall and clawed at the bricks, stomping her stilettos on the filth of the alley floor.

  More time passed, deep, deeper still and Jane could hear her, she was moaning, what the fuck, Jane climaxed as her body detonated and she seemed to break into pieces.

  She felt impaired and impaled thinking that it was over. That changed when the maniac whispered in her French accent into her ear.

  “Be patient, my lovely. We have the entire night to play.”

  “Be patient?” Jane whispered as she obeyed for she could barely keep from scattering to the ground.

  Break time, as Ash seemed to look for something in her Jimmy Choo clutch. Jane’s lungs were grasping for air and then: “DONG” round two began.

  Ash ripped her fist inside of Jane. Jane lowered her head to her collar bones, moaned felt tears spilling down her cheeks as her spine bent and she felt like she had been electrocuted.

  Jane’s body jerked, bucked and like some kind of car piston Ash moved in and out of her. Stomping the asphalt with her stilettos she raked her fingernails across the red bricks, her teeth chattering as she screamed and, then another orgasm again.

  “OOOOH fucking nooooo.”

  From the clutch, suddenly in Ash’s playful fingers something appeared. She teased Jane and, then kissed her cheek with a foot long, rather thick dildo.

  Jane’s eyes stark raving mad, she could only think. Where in the fuck did that come from?

  Still teasing, Ash whispered something in French into Jane’s ear as Jane’s eyes were jacking off at the dildo. Ash lowered the dildo, removed her fist and plunged the dildo deep inside of Jane.

  Jane went haywire, banging her fists against the bricks and stomping the floor again, like a wild horse, uncontrollable, wanting to run until its guts had just exploded.

  She thought she felt three of her vertebrae’s crack.

  “FUCK...Nooooo.”

  Jane moaned as she felt a realignment to her back as well as her brain.

  She was a harlot savant seer. Jane thought through the still available brain cells in her frying head.