**After walking out of the bathroom, Tina made her way over to the coffee table in the middle of the living room, picking up the portable phone and dialling Bette’s cell.

Tina cleared her throat and waited for Bette to pick up the phone.

“Bette Porter.” Came through the other end.

“Hey baby.” Tina said in her best ‘normal’ voice. Yet she still gleamed with animalistic strength and desire.

“Hey T…Whats up?” Bette questioned.

“Oh nothing, I was just wondering when you were going to be home thats all.” Whilst she was talking to Bette she walked back into the bathroom and found the exact same red as her panties in a lipstick and started to apply it to her soft lips.

“I dont know babe. I’ll try to get home at nine…nine-thirty.” Bette responded.

Tina swiftly turned to look at the clock in the hallway…seeing that it was 8:30. “Perfect” she purred to herself.***



“Ok then sweetie, I’ll see you then.” Tina replied in her best sweetie voice. She placed the phone back where she had got it from, then preceded into the kitchen; packing the rest of the meal she ate away in the fridge. After finishing that task she grabbed her Dry as a bone(auzzie wear you just gotta love it!) and walked down to the corner store, to pick up a few bits and pieces.

When returning home, Tina threw the jacket on the bed and then went back to her shopping in the kitchen. Looking up at the clock mounted on the wall, its delicate hands reading at 9:00, Tinas smile became even more warped then before.

Packing all the stuff away that she bought, Tina turned the lights off and then positioned herself comfortably on the couch…. She waited there for 10 minutes, before hearing the familiar sound of the SAAB pulling into the driveway.

3 minutes later she heard Bette’s Gucci heals ‘clip clopping’ up the stairs to the door. She saw that the door was already open; Bette peered inside to the darkness.

“Tina” Bette voiced. Not getting any reply. The moonlight beams sneaked in through the front door and stopped about a meter in front of Bette, it was the only light that could be seen.

Bette tiptoed inside and placed her bags to the side, she also took her heals off, preventing the clip-clop sound, so if Tina was asleep she wouldn’t wake her. It took a while for Bette’s eyes to re-adjust to the darkness but once they did, she notice a small orange bud floating in the air…Trying to look closely at the object, Bette had to take a step further.

“STOP.” Came a cold voice. Bette stopped dead in her tracks, her posture was impeccable.

“Tina?” Bette whispered. She heard Tina inhale something….”Tina are you smoking?”

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?……Bette? Her voice seemed to have a purring effect, yet it still burnt like ice.

Suddenly the stereo lit up…the bass thumping through the house…American woman…blared out of the speakers.

Tina placed her cigarette down in the cup next to her. She stood up quickly and walked over to the mantle and lit a small candle, with her new playboy bunny lighter. Picking the candle up ever so gently Tina walked over towards Bette, stopping just a few metres away. Tina held the candle just in front of her face, so the rest of her body couldn’t be seen.

“Tina what the ***** has gotten into you?” Bette’s face was in utter shock…

“Shut up Bette.” The words came sternly from Tina’s lips. To which Bette did zip her lips…

Tina gently placed the candle on the table. Looking smugly at Bette, she clapped her hands twice, letting the room light up. Bette had to shield her eyes. Once her eyes readjusted again she looked at Tina’s lack of clothing…She was absolutely gob-smacked.

“So BABE, what do you think?” Tina asked squarely.

Bette had to take another look up and down…”I think this…. is fucken awesome.” Bette immediately started to walk over to Tina. Tina brought a hand in front of Bettes face for her to stop.

“STOP RIGHT THERE.” Tina said sternly. Tina took the time to quickly assess Bette’s arousal.

“Sweat on the brow. Check
Bulging eyes……….Check
Open mouth…………Check
Drooling……………..Check” Tina’s smile was becoming more warped by the second.

Tina stepped closer to Bette; her lips were inches from Bette’s ear… “So Bette…. How bad do you want me?”

All Bette could get out was….”humm..sho..uhh…T…ooohh.” Signing at the end of the mumbled words.

Tina stepped behind Bette, inspecting her posture, her arousal, her clothing. She reached around Bette’s shoulders, again getting close to Bette’s ear….”Baby…. I dont think you’ll be needing this anymore.” Tina peeled the jacket off of Bette’s shoulders and down her arms, only to be thrown onto the couch. Walking back in front of Bette she inspected her other items of clothing…Looking into Bette’s face, she saw the familiar signs of arousal, her mouth slightly open, her breathing erratic, her eyes half closed due to the total arousal she was feeling and Tina hadn’t touched her intimately yet.

Tina started to walk away… “Where are you going?” Asked a Bewildered Bette.

Tina didn’t even turn when she responded with “Stay there.”

Tina swayed her hips as she walked, knowing full well that Bette would be watching her *****. She then comfortably sat herself down on one of the wooden kitchen chairs.

“So Bette…what do you want?” Tina asked outwardly…. As she started to unzip one of her boots, very slowly and seductively.

“I…I want you…” Bette replied with a quiet whisper.

“Do you know how long I waited to do this…Bette?” All Tina got in response was the ***** zipping of her other boot.

Bette started to step forward but was abruptly interrupted by Tina’s stern voice. “I told you to stay there.” Bette stayed in the same place, drooling at the sight of Tina’s exposed thighs.

“You know Bette…I could just pleasure myself.” Tina stated as she got of the chair, to pull her panties down to the floor. Then putting her feet on the corners of the chair, to expose the piece of flesh that Bette longed to taste. Tina bought two fingers to her lips and parted them, with a moan. Moving them up and down, then around her ***** a few times…. Moaning once again.

“T…Tina.” Bette had to swallow, because she had no form of liquid in her mouth, it had dried up due to her erratic breathing. “Tina…. I…I don’t want you to pleasure yourself.”

While Tina’s left hand played with her opening. Her right hand reached behind her, to unclasp the red satin bra, retreating from her wet *****, Tina let the bra slip to her elbows, before pulling it off and throwing beside the chair.

“And why’s that Bette? Mmmmm” Tina started to play with her ***** again, slightly pinching it.

Bette started to get down onto the floor, crouching into a kneeling position…Almost pleading to Tina. “B…be…. Because I want to pleasure you…”

“I dont know if I should let you….” Tina’s right hand firmly massaged her right breast…

“Why?” Bette squeaked. Taking one kneeling step towards Tina.

Tina pushed three fingers hastily into herself… “Mmmm….Have you been a good girl this week?”

Taking another kneeling step toward Tina, Bette got herself a little closer to the show that was being performed only metres away, nodding absent mindly in agreement at Tina’s question.

Tina suddenly stopped her little show, pouting as a curl of her ‘just fucked’ hair swayed into her vision. “This place…I can’t…It wont do.” Tina got off the chair, pushing it back under the table. Standing wide-legged and powerful, Tina looked down at Bette, smiling, then turning it into a hard expression. “Take your shirt off Bette, now!”

Bette did as she was ordered, taking her shirt off as quickly as humanly possible. Then throwing the shirt behind her, hoping that Tina would give her something now, since she obeyed Tina’s order with precision.

Tina turned and started to sway her hips…Walking towards the back doors of the house, she opened them and instantly felt the cool breeze that blew across her body. Closing her eyes and taking in the sensations that the environment was presenting. Bette saw this as her opportunity, getting up off the ground and as quietly as possible started to slowly stride in Tina’s direction.

“STOP!” Tina instructed sternly as she turned to face Bette, a smirk taking-over her face… “Look at you…You look like a lost puppy…Gee Bette I thought you might have some restraint…I guess I was right…You don’t.”

Bette stood wide-legged hoping that her legs would hold her for some amount of time. Her pants hung low on her hips, and her mocha skin present from waist up ward, except for her black-clad bra, holding captive Bette’s *****. “I do have self control,Bette said confidently.

“Is that so?’ Tina interrogated as her left hand left its position on the door, slowly running down Tina’s body, down to her curls, then cupping her *****.

As soon as Bette saw this she moaned, finding that her legs couldn’t take her weight anymore, collapsing to the floorboards, in the same position that she was 10 minutes ago.

Tina laughed at Bette’s actions, causing Bette to flinch. She never heard Tina laugh like that before. Eventhough it was a wicked laugh, her own core throbbed with excitement…The wetness becoming apparent in her underwear as well as starting to become present on her pants. Her nipples were wanting to be touched, roughly…. Her eye’s cold, Her smile weak…. Oh Tina looked fucken incredible, so powerful in her beauty as well as her strength.

Tina took one step toward to Bette, bending down to looking straight into her eyes, her ***** swaying in the wind. Her nipples erect and delicious. Her hands placed on her hips. “What do you want…Bette?”