Disclaimers and Warnings:
Here it is part two of a story that was meant to be over in one part .. ah well. While still fundamentally a "plot? what plot?" piece there is nonetheless character development and the beginnings of a plot. There is of course also lots of explicit sex between women, bad language etc etc so obligitory disclaimers still follow. In order for this bit of the story to make sense you need to read Working Lunch first.
Thanks again to Beta readers in American states beginning with "A" who (still) for (even more) obvious reasons wish to remain nameless.
Oh and by the way its uber, unter, ober, whatever.
This story depicts a love/sexual relationship between two consenting
adult women. If you are under
18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or
country in which you live, please do not
read it. If depict ions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to
read something other than this story.
And also the other obligatory disclaimer re the characters, although
I couldn't see MCA/Universal or
Renaissance wanting to claim this version of the warrior princess and
the bard.
Xena, Gabrielle and any other characters featured in the actual TV series
are copyrighted to
MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures while the rest of the story
is my own.
This one is in homage to Melissa Good cos I found out that it is much harder to write plot than sex. Go figure.
Finally (still) thanks to my gal pal who got me hooked on this fan fic stuff in the first place
Keen to have feedback. Comments to : Karen Malevich
“Come in Xena, I won’t be a minute.”
Gabrielle motioned Xena to a chair and returned to her call.
Xena looked around the room, a large corner office, floor to ceiling windows, views of the harbour and city on both sides. The 35th floor vista was spectacular as an intense blue dusk settled over the city and lights from other buildings came on. The office itself was beautifully furnished, the style light-toned and modern Italian, a desk that Gabrielle was currently sitting behind, a meeting table that could seat eight and a more intimate setting of two arm chairs and a couch on either side of a low table. Xena moved to the armchair Gabrielle had indicated and sat down.
Gabrielle put her hand over the phone. “Do you want something to drink? Help yourself. I’ll take a white wine.”
Xena was slightly bemused by the situation. She was used to controlling their meetings not pouring glasses of white wine for the small blonde woman who was currently adding to the woes of someone on the other end of the phone. Nonetheless she walked to the small refrigerator, selected a bottle of chardonnay, opened it and poured two glasses. She took her seat again, placing Gabrielle’s wine on the table opposite her.
“Yeah … I’ll need those numbers by 9.00am tomorrow, or someone’s head is gonna roll and it could be yours David...No, no buts just do it, work all night if you have to… I’m going to be up all night.” With this last phrase Gabrielle’s eyes locked with Xena’s and she hung up on the hapless David.
“Thanks for coming over, I know you don’t usually make house calls”.
Gabrielle moved across the room and sat down opposite Xena. Gabrielle looked every inch the executive she was, tight dark green silk skirt, white sleeveless shirt showing off well-sculpted biceps, high heels and understated gold jewellery.
“What do you want Gabrielle? This isn’t how we agreed things would work. You want to change the rules?”
“I needed to see you”
“Needed?”
“Yeah needed. I want to know if we can change things, I want to know what you think about me.”
“I think that you are a good client, along with my other good clients, $500 per hour, $4000 a night. Simple as that.”
Gabrielle winced and took a deep breath, as if drawing in the courage to continue.
“Simple as that?”
Xena nodded. She knew that she wasn’t being entirely honest, that somehow Gabrielle’s combination of naïveté and corporate cool was intriguing, but Xena couldn’t afford intrigue. She needed to stay in control, and was. Five or six clients, no middle men - just her, her beauty, her intelligence and her body combining to meet the diverse tastes of the select few.
“I don’t think it is as simple as that. There is something more going on. I can feel it … I think you can too.”
Noted for wearing her heart on her sleeve, nonetheless Gabrielle’s negotiating skills were legendary. You didn’t get to run a major publishing company in your twenties without them.
“There’s more to us than the arrangement we have. There is more to us than $500 an hour.”
“No Gabrielle, that’s it. Take it or leave it.” Xena’s voice had an edge of anger to it. She really didn’t want this kind of complication, and she knew that Gabrielle had the capacity to complicate things beyond belief.
Xena’s less than controlled response betrayed the chink in her armour, highlighted the hint of ambivalence. Nor had it escaped Gabrielle’s notice. She decided to change tactics.
“Well if that’s the way it is, then fine. Take off all your clothes - now.”
“What are you doing Gabrielle?”
“Being a good client Xena, and I’ll take the $4000 option. You’re not going anywhere else tonight.”
Xena raised an eyebrow, leaned forward picked up her drink and took a swallow. She locked eyes with Gabrielle who leaned back in her armchair, waiting for Xena’s response.
A full minute passed, neither woman speaking, the quiet battle of wills taking on an almost corporeal form, tension filling the room.
Gabrielle watched as Xena placed her glass quietly back on the table. She held her breath waiting to see if the tall dark woman would do as she was told or would walk out on her. Gabrielle knew she was taking a risk, bottom line was she did need Xena in whatever way she offered. But she also figured the bigger the risk the bigger the pay off.
Xena stood and turned towards the door. Gabrielle’s heart sank.
“Well, make sure we aren’t disturbed then.” Xena slowly unbuttoned the dark red linen dress she was wearing, sliding it slowly off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. She turned to face Gabrielle totally naked, totally beautiful.
Gabrielle’s mouth suddenly felt dry. On their previous encounters the arrangement had been for Xena to take control. Gabrielle was in absolute control in her working life, dominant even. As a result she relished the safe submission she allowed herself with Xena. Having changed the rules of the game, she wasn’t entirely sure how to play anymore. She was, however, willing to give it a go.
She leaned forward and pressed a button on the intercom all the while maintaining eye contact with Xena.
“Meg, no calls, no visitors, no one in here, ok?”
Gabrielle leaned back in her chair, took a deep breath, a sip of wine and looked up at Xena. “Turn around for me, slowly.”
Xena pirouetted unhurriedly, coolly self-assured, confident in her nakedness. Her long lean lines, smooth skin, muscles, a Modgliani brought to life.
Xena completed a full turn. “So you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”
Gabrielle swallowed and decided to play for time, knowing that she needed to stay in control.
“Sit in that chair, spread your legs and make yourself come.”
“You really want to spend your money on me getting off? I am sure we could think of something more interesting for you.”
“As you reminded me, I’m paying and I want to see you, I want to pay for your loss of control. It’s all for money Xena, right? You’ve nothing to lose.”
Gabrielle threw down the challenge and Xena seemed incapable of doing anything but picking it up. She moved back to her seat and sat down, parting her legs slightly.
“Legs further apart - I want to see you.” Gabrielle deliberately used the command Xena had used in their last encounter, the meeting Gabrielle had euphemistically diaried as “working lunch”.
The significance of the phrase was not lost on Xena, but she gave no indication she recognised it. Slowly she spread her legs.
Gabrielle’s ability to take control was reasserting itself, forged as it was in the cut-throat world of corporate publishing. She was after all on her turf, in her office with its trappings of position and authority. She was warming to her task.
“Slide your ass forward in your chair and hook your legs over its arms.”
Xena did as she was told, in the process exposing herself fully to Gabrielle’s appreciative stare.
“You’re beautiful Xena.”
Xena slid her hand slowly down her body, over her smooth pubic area and between the lips of her vulva, her eyes fixed on Gabrielle’s face. Gabrielle for her part couldn’t decide where to look, to meet the intense blue stare or to lower her eyes to take in the exotic allure of Xena’s rich red cunt.
“Is this really what you want, Gabrielle?”
“Yes. I want to see you move, I want to see you sweat, I want to see you wet. Do it Xena.”
Xena drew a breath, deciding to go with the situation, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t put on such displays before, the only difference was that generally it was something she offered, not something she did on command.
She cupped her sex with her hand, her palm grinding her clitoris, her middle finger sliding gently into herself. Her hips began moving slowly, her head falling backwards onto the high-backed armchair. She opened her mouth slightly running her tongue over her lips. Her skin began to flush slightly around her neck and face. She impaled herself fully with two fingers, her hips lifting completely off the chair. She then swapped hands, her left hand moving down to her clitoris her index and middle fingers moving rhythmically against the sensitive flesh, the fingers of her other hand withdrawing from her vagina, moving up her body to her breasts, painting her nipples with her juices. Her fingers were now moving quickly and she began pulling at her nipples. Her hips were thrusting back and forwards against her fingers, the damp skin of her ass sliding smoothly across the leather of the chair.
Gabrielle could smell the scent of Xena’s arousal, see the slickness of her cunt and hear her laboured breathing. She ached to engage her senses of taste and touch.
Xena’s body tensed, her legs rigid as her hand now moved feverishly against her clitoris. She groaned softly and sank back into the armchair.
“Not bad Xena, but I think we can do better.” Gabrielle took a large mouthful of her wine, draining her glass. She stood, stepped around the table and knelt between Xena’s legs allowing the wine to spill from her mouth over Xena’s lower belly and between her legs. She dipped her head and ran her tongue the length of Xena’s sex from her anus to her clitoris. She relished the flavour of Xena - in their previous meetings never before having tasted her. She hummed with pleasure as she explored Xena thoroughly, the taste of the wine and the saltiness of her juices were at that moment of ambrosial proportions to the small blonde woman.
Xena struggled with herself, one part of her wanting to push Gabrielle away and to get the hell out of the office, another part enjoying the feelings of Gabrielle’s tongue and lips and feeding on Gabrielle’s evident pleasure.
“Stop it Gabrielle. Stop now. God.” Xena grasped Gabrielle’s shoulders, forcing her roughly backwards.
A range of conflicting emotions flickered across Gabrielle ‘s face - she was at turns, angry, hurt, dismayed. Her inability to hide her emotions was one of the aspects that Xena found dangerously compelling.
Xena sat back in the chair, unhooking her legs from its arms, returning her bare feet to the floor closing her legs, needing on some level to regain her composure and privacy.
Gabrielle sat back, her ass resting on her heels as she eyed Xena.
“Come on Xena, let me finish. You were enjoying yourself you can’t deny it. What’s wrong? Are you afraid of me? It’s what I want, I’m paying, come on open your legs for me.”
Xena’s split second hesitation was all the encouragement Gabrielle needed. She leaned forward again pressing herself against Xena’s still closed legs, she began gently stroking the dark woman’s smooth pubic area, leaning down to kiss her thighs.
“I want to get pleasure by giving you pleasure Xena, you taste so good, you look so good, you smell so good please let me in”. Gabrielle spoke softly all the time stroking Xena gently, occasionally punctuating her words with soft kisses to her upper thighs. It was if Xena was a frightened filly that Gabrielle was soothing, trying to prevent from bolting.
Xena appeared mesmerised by Gabrielle’s voice or at least unable to resolve her internal battle definitively, one way or the other. Gabrielle leaned forward again and kissed Xena’s pubis, then gently but firmly sucked it.
Gabrielle smoothly rose to her feet and extended her hand.
“Stand up Xena, I want to show you something”. She led Xena to the closed office door on which a full-length mirror was hung. She positioned Xena in front of it and moved behind her, the difference in their height minimised by the fact that Xena had bare feet and Gabrielle was still fully clothed and in her best “come fuck me” high heels.
“Look at you Xena. You are beautiful. Look at us, we are beautiful.”
Xena took in the reflection in the mirror the contrasts in height, of light and dark, sapphire and emerald, seeming innocence and world-weariness.
‘Oh fuck it, I give up.’
Xena watched as Gabrielle reached her hands around her body and cupped both her breasts, lifting them, fondling them, her thumbs running across the nipples which hardened against her touch.
Xena arched into Gabrielle’s hands, needing to intensify the feelings.
“Harder Gabrielle.”
Gabrielle smiled at the victory and got down to business. She slowly slid her hands over Xena’s skin, across her torso, down her abdomen. Xena groaned at the touch and closed her eyes.
“Watch us Xena, keep your eyes open, we are magic”. Gabrielle smoothed Xena’s hair shifting it to one side and over her shoulder giving her access to Xena’s neck upon which she lavished a mixture of small hot kisses and gentle bites, not enough to mark but definitely enough to be felt.
“I’m going to take you now. I’m going to make you feel wonderful.”
With her left hand Gabrielle roughly massaged Xena’s breasts, alternating between them, rolling the nipples between her fingers. Her other hand traced a path down the centre of Xena’s body, relentlessly homing in on her sex. She pushed Xena’s legs apart and with the whole palm of her hand began stroking her.
“My hand belongs here Xena, between your legs, on your cunt, feel me Xena, feel how right it is”. She kept up the insistent stroking neither ignoring Xena’s clitoris nor giving it the particular attention that Xena’s body was beginning to crave. It was as if Gabrielle was trying to commit Xena to memory through touch.
Xena was beginning to have difficulty standing, she leaned back into Gabrielle’s body relying on the surprisingly strong hold the smaller woman had on her.
“I’ve got you Xena, just let go … all I ask is that you keep watching, I want you to watch yourself come, I want you to watch me make you come…god you feel fantastic....”
Gabrielle was revelling in Xena’s slickness. She changed her movement and with two fingers zeroed in on Xena’s clitoris, her other hand continuing to grasp Xena’s breasts firmly. Her fingers slid easily across Xena’s flesh. Gabrielle was delighted by the sight reflected in the mirror. Xena, held in her arms, totally aroused, her small hands on the larger woman’s breasts and in her cunt. Gabrielle could feel her own arousal, and she sped up the movement of her hands and bit down on Xena’s neck in celebration.
Xena’s breath was by now laboured, she raised her hands up and behind her so she could touch Gabrielle’s face and hair.
“Come on Xena, let go, lose control with me, its safe. God, Xena, I want you to come.”
And with that Xena gave over control to Gabrielle in a way that she had never previously allowed, an intense orgasm rolling through her body, robbing her of her breath, and briefly her vision as she forgot Gabrielle’s instructions and shut her eyes tightly. Every muscle in her body tensed in an effort to prolong the glorious sensations. Xena went limp against Gabrielle and she exhaled slowly.
While Gabrielle’s right hand stayed at home between Xena’s thighs, which were now clamped tightly around her wrist, Gabrielle’s left gently stroked Xena’s hair, her arms, and her upper body.
“Do you need to sit down?”
“God I think I need to lie down.”
“Come here”. Gabrielle led Xena to the couch. She sat down, opening her arms. Xena hesitated but then sat and allowed herself to be gathered into Gabrielle’s arms, tucking her head under the blonde woman’s chin.
Gabrielle stroked Xena’s naked back and shoulder, holding her tightly.
“You’re amazing Xena.” She bent her head and kissed the top of the dark hair.
“You really are a bit confused about this, aren’t you, Gabrielle? We do this for money. I do this with other people for money. Where do you think this can go?” Despite the pointed words, Xena’s voice was soft and genuinely questioning.
“Wherever we want it to go Xena, we can have whatever we want.”
Xena sighed, for once in her life at a loss as to what to do next.
The two women entwined on the couch were still, neither willing to make the next statement, perhaps the one that would shift things irrevocably.
The quiet was shattered by the electronic tones of a phone.
“Fuck it, I thought I told Meg no calls.” Gabrielle turned to glare at the phone on her desk.
“Its not yours, it's mine”. Xena extricated herself from Gabrielle’s embrace and got to her feet. She retrieved her bag and took out her cell phone. She looked at the display and, recognising the name, flipped open the phone and answered it.
“Hello, James.” Xena turned her back on Gabrielle.
“Yes... we are still on for eight. Four Seasons. Usual suite? OK, see you then.”
She closed the phone turning to face Gabrielle. “I need to go.”
“I thought we had all night…. ” The plea no more than a whisper.
“No Gabrielle, that’s what you said. I have an appointment and he just confirmed.” The intrusion had helped solve the conundrum for Xena, breaking the fantasy she had momentarily entertained. “See, that’s why we keep things the way they are or nothing more… it just wouldn’t work. This isn’t going to be some dyke version of ‘Pretty Woman’. I have to go.”
Xena slid the earlier discarded red dress over her head and shoulders, its smooth lines re-transforming her to the beautiful remote seductress that had walked in Gabrielle’s door an hour earlier. She slipped her shoes back on, gathered her bag and moved towards the door.
“Xena, please…”
The dark woman sighed, a flicker of emotion crossing her face.
“Call me next week.”
And with that she disappeared through the door.