Katie vs. Melissa Day 04

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Part 4 of the 5 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 12/07/2014
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Author's note: This story was a long time coming, part 3 was more than two years ago. I lost a draft in a hard drive crash, and have been distracted with other writing projects since. It feels good to return to it, and though the continuity may be off a little, part 5 should be along much sooner.

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Danny sat in the abandoned bar studying the picture of the redhead on his phone as his beer warmed up. He had no idea who she was, only what the blonde had said she had done. The revenge scheme they had come up with was pretty solid too. It seemed mostly playful, and there was a touch of ironic punishment to it. He tapped the phone's sleep button against the bar, and let it fall over, face down.

Tall and broad, deeply tanned, dark hair, light eyes, and about 15 years' younger than Melissa, he was her type to a tee. She didn't stand a chance.

Danny shouted, smooth and even, toward the kitchen, "Hey Ingrid?"

The blonde cook propped the swing door open on the toe of a Doc Marten. "Yeah?"

"Matt shows up, tell him I got a work thing I have to leave my phone off for, but will be back before y'all close."

Ingrid cocked a grin at him. "Bachelorettes or housewives?"

"Not a strip gig. Another thing."

"The chains?"

"Just tell Matt I'll be back with some money."

She pointed her chin toward him in a half nod and said, "Sure thing." As the kitchen door swung back closed, he let out a single high breath, took the rest of his beer down like a shot, then checked his texts for the name of the club he was headed to.

The blonde had found Danny at his work, an adult toy store, where he worked mostly the counter. The owners though, also ran a lucrative events company out of the back room. Often he worked as a stripper for events that required one, and occasionally as an instructor for the other kind of events they ran. His instruction specialty was what ultimately landed him this side-gig. Knots.

He remembered the blonde woman coming to the toy store the day before. She had rushed in, wearing Jackie-O sunglasses, and her hair in a scarf. She bought three pairs of crotchless panties, and stared, slackjawed, at a giant realistically cast dildo as he rang her up.

When she came back this morning, they had talked at some length. As soon as she burst into the store again, he figured she was back for the dildo. He asked if he could help her, and when she said, "I don't know," he almost offered to grab a female coworker before the whole story just came out. She had a way of talking like water ran from an open faucet with the knob broken off.

Just beneath the surface Danny could feel himself going through the stages of white-knighting himself. The redhead was, without a doubt, quite a bully. Katie had asked him for help with getting her to stop, and that was all. He couldn't take any moral high ground considering their plan was basically just turnabout. He was helping the Katie strike back, but ultimately, he was doing it mostly to pay back Mike, and he had to remember that.

Melissa was done with this shit-show of a vacation. Other than the back-room ass-fucking she took two days ago, she had yet to get laid in Las Vegas. The whole time there she had only got off with her toys, and she could be doing that at home. Tonight though, that was going to change, she was sure of it.

Getting dressed, Melissa always started with her shoes. She picked out a pair of red patent leather heels just because some guy years ago had told her they made her calves look nice. She ran her nails thought the downward pointing arrow she kept her pubes waxed into, trying to determine if she needed a trim or not. Smiling at the mirror, she said to herself, "You are so getting laid tonight." From her garment bag, she took out two dresses she had yet to wear this trip, one red, and one black. She held each up to her neck, and turned to the mirror. The red dress landed in a heap on her bed, and was followed by the hanger the black one was previously on. Wearing a bra with the thin strapped dress was tough to pull off. She wore a bra so infrequently, she wasn't even sure she had packed one appropriate for the dress. With the dress on she leaned forward at the mirror, her fake tits nearly fell out. She pulled it back up, and cocked a smile. The dress clung to her like wet tissue. It was thin and loose enough that she could make out the outline of her nipples though it. Not only did it frame up her cleavage right at center stage, but was slit high on both sides, showing off her lengthy, firm legs. She often joked that her legs where her best feature that hadn't been purchased, but in this dress, and those heels, they may have been the best outright.

"Perfect."

At her carry-on, she dug through her panties, but after considering only one or two pairs remembered how easy it was to get guys to look up Katie's skirt when she wasn't wearing any. She closed the suitcase, checked her makeup, the time, and then left the room behind wearing only the dress and her shoes.

Going without panties had been a good call. It always made her feel as though it adjusted her posture in a way that hung a blinking neon sign over her saying "I will fuck you." In the reflection of the chrome doors of the elevator, through the thin material of the dress, she could nearly make out the faint outline of her nipples, and the shape of her pubic hair. At the floor below hers, the elevator stopped. She took a step to the back, and when the door opened a young couple practically floated into the elevator on a cloud; love birds. They pressed the button for the mezzanine, and the elevator was on its way down again. The man of the couple openly groped at his girlfriend as if they were alone. Melissa had a thing for younger men, which meant she was familiar with their shortcomings, and couldn't help but notice that his method of groping was strangely open handed, as though he were just trying to smooth her dress out.

She rolled her eyes hard. He must have caught the reflection in the chrome, because he turned slightly toward her and said, "Sorry, ma'am." A part of her loved being called that, he had a nice accent at least. Southern of some kind. "We haven't seen each other in a spell, and well, I'm just overly excited is all."

Melissa grinned and cocked an eyebrow. "No trouble." Her voice smiled. "It just looks like you've never grabbed a woman before."

The couple exchanged glances, but neither could tell if she was being rude or not. Another inadequacy of the young.

"You really should go for," Melissa gestured tentatively at the woman's hip, "May I?"

Again, the kids exchanged glances, and the young woman nodded her on.

Melissa slipped her hand onto the woman's hip. "What you want to go for, is right here. Right in from the bone." Standing next to her, Melissa reached behind her, and fit the curve of the woman's hip under her thumb, her fingers stretching around the other side. "Go ahead. Get your meathook set there."

He looked at her like she was half mad, but he was clearly going to humor her. With his hand on his girl's hip, Melissa adjusted his grip, then said, "Right there. Give a squeeze there."

He did. The young woman's expression immediately slacked. Clearly involuntarily she said, "Oh."

The door chimed for the mezzanine. As the young couple got off the elevator the man thanked Melissa, and the woman repeated the same gratitude more sincerely. As the door closed she gave them the thumbs up and grinned like a mom seeing the kids off to prom.

Alone now, she repeated her earlier pep talk: "You are so getting laid tonight."

Of the three women, Melissa was the first one in the lobby. Typically, she was on time, and the other two weren't. She normally saw tardiness as a sign of disrespect, but with Katie she knew it was more a symptom of her dim nature. She got a Cape Cod at the hotel bar, and lit a Virginia Slim while she waited.

It wasn't long before Rita joined her, seemingly dragging the dread of leaving her room with her. The outside world seemed fake to her somehow, like all the time she had spent staring at her computer had raked her depth perception, and made everything feel like it was shot on video and broadcast in digital. Rita, once again, took her manner of dress to still let her look attractive, while not upstaging her friends. Another grey tank top, and an ankle length skirt, tight with thick black and white stripes horizontally.

Rita pulled herself up onto a bar stool next to Melissa. She exhaled high, and looked over at the redhead through her bangs.

"How you doing trooper?"

Rita blinked a few times before answering. "I think I'm going to need a vacation after this vacation." She took another deep breath. "All I've done is drink and jill off."

"Can I get you a drink?" Rita hadn't noticed the bartender walk up, and became slightly embarrassed. "You can even jill off here. I won't mind."

Covering her mouth with an open hand, Rita said, "Oh. Uh. Sorry."

The bartender was young and handsome. He grinned a straight toothed smile at her, and said, "That sounds like a pretty perfect vacation to me."

Melissa gave a short cackle, and Rita said, "Well. It's still high on my list." She gestured at Melissa's Cape Cod, and added, "One of those looks pretty alright. No lime though, and I'll pass on that other part."

Jealous of the attention her friend was taking from her, Melissa hiked the hem of her dress up toward her waist intending to flash him when he came back. Before he did though, Katie burst into the bar behind them. Rita swiveled on her chair to face her, but Melissa only looked over her shoulder to verify it was Katie.

"Sorry I'm late." Katie probably thought that was as common of a greeting as, "Hi."

Melissa stabbed out her cigarette, and asked, "We cool?"

Never before in her life had Katie lied so gracefully, "So long as the pictures are gone. And the video."

Rita suddenly, and awkwardly began to squirm in her seat. She had no intention of deleting her copies.

Melissa hung a truce on her smirk, and said, "You got it." Katie didn't move any closer until Melissa patted the empty barstool next to her. "Here she comes." Melissa cocked her head at the bartender and added, "Girl here drives a hard bargain."

Katie scrambled up into the stool, and asked the bartender for a Rose's gimlet. While he was making it, she asked Mellissa, "So what's the plan tonight again?"

Melissa couldn't help but think Katie's eyelid fluttered a little too long. Lying even passably convincingly was beyond Katie, so she dismissed the thought that it had been a tell, and told he forgetful friend again what the plan was. Another late dinner at a four-star restaurant, another night out at a three-star club. She left out her personal plans for after that though. The bartender came around with Katie's gimlet, and Melissa slipped him a credit card, gesturing to buy the round.

At the restaurant, Melissa sat facing the entrance and did her best to flash anyone that was seated in their direction. Over their entrées, she caught a man staring, but couldn't tell if it was up her dress or, Katie's. In a mix of jealousy and intimidation, she bluntly asked her friend, "So you buy any panties yet?"

Katie stopped with a forkful of a baked potato halfway to her mouth, and her eyes went wide. Before answering she set the fork down and dabbed the napkin at the edges of her mouth as though what she was about to say might smear her lipstick. "I did. A nice young man named Danny helped me pick them. He said they fit me very nicely." Kate went back to eating nonchalantly, while the other two women exchanged blank stares.

Leaving for the club, Melissa felt the frantic must-get-laid start to rise from flicker to inferno in her chest. Before the cab dropped them off, their female driver received none of the playful small talk she had for the men they had encountered. As the car passed men on the street, Melissa watched them through the window like a hungry animal. The club had a velvet rope, and red carpet on the sidewalk. It seemed more like stage dressing than anything functional. Just another glitzy Vegas façade.

The three women got in line with the rest, and the doorman slowly let people through. As they neared the entrance, a man, tall and dark, skirted the line and said a few quiet words to the doorman. Melissa took notice of him the way she took notice of cigarettes every time she had tried to quit. She must have it. The doorman waved him on to skip the line and enter, and before he did he turned back to the line. Melissa's heart jumped a little as he turned toward them. He winked, still looking their way, but not making eye contact with her.

As he slipped into the club, Melissa turned to her right and caught the tail end of Katie blushing and waving at the man.

To Rita, Katie said, "That's Danny. He helped me pick out panties."

Melissa's eyes cut back to the front. "Son of a bitch." Her heart had already been set on getting laid, but stealing Katie's would-be man in the process became necessity. Melissa didn't know Katie was faking it, though. Hell, Katie probably wasn't faking it.

Resolve set Melissa's sights on Danny, just as the doorman unhooked one end of the velvet rope and waved them on into the club in a way reminiscent of a roller coaster attendant. Melissa cut the doorman a shrewd look, and a barely perceptible nod while the other two women beamed like teens boarding Space Mountain.

Inside the women headed for the bar first, the only distraction among them was Melissa scanning the dark room for Danny. The club was draped in polished black panels, and neon underlighting. Its layout made it appear more crowded than it probably was, but Melissa guessed there were more than a hundred people there. At least there wasn't a fog machine, it would be easy to keep a clear line of sight once she spotted him.

The other two women ordered drinks while Melissa sat down on one of the two stools at the bar. She lit a Virginia Slim and watched in the reflections of fake stone and black glass for Danny. Before they had drinks, she caught him approaching from behind.

Her friends still distracted getting liquor, she turned on the stool to face him. Her knees were as far apart as she could spread them, the front of her dress flipped up and over her thigh. She didn't care who saw, so long as he did. Her face was turned down slightly, her eyes up to meet his in submission.

The sight stopped him in his tracks, an unlit cigarette hung on his lip, lighter halfway to it. He couldn't manage eye contact with her, and she took that opportunity to watch the erection growing in his slacks without being noticed.

"Danny!" Katie's squeal brought them both back to reality. Melissa had her legs crossed and covered in a split second, but Danny still stammered around his cigarette with a half hard cock in his pants.

"Katie. It's good to see you." He put the cigarette and lighter away in his pocket, and leaned down to hug the much shorter woman. Over her shoulder, Melissa flashed him again to steal away his attention. This time she ground her clit under the base of her index finger, while the tips played on the surface of her lips. Dampness clung to her fingers already, and stretched between them in threads.

They broke their hug, and Melissa broke her own embrace to cover up just before Rita handed her a Cape Cod in a highball glass.

Katie beamed up at him and said, "I'm so glad you could make it."

"Yeah, wouldn't miss it." He hesitated, and added, "I'm going to hit the men's room real quick."

Before he left Melissa asked, "Need someone to hold it for you?" He hesitantly waved her on, and they walked off to the bathroom together, both thinking that was too easy. Melissa led, but he kept the fingertips of his right hand at the small of her back to guide her.

Rita watched them leave, and she couldn't help but think something in the way they walked off together reminded her of kids at a school dance. She turned to Katie, and found her friend still beaming over the edge of her cocktail glass. "You know they're going to fuck, right? Like Melissa stole your dreamboat."

"Oh. I'm paying him. It's okay." Rita cut a glace back at the bathroom, and was suddenly very curious about what was going on in there.

The bathroom was well lit and sparsely decorated. Every surface was either glossed white or stainless steel. Danny took a moment at one of the urinals, while Melissa checked to see if there was anything stuck in her teeth. When he was done, and turned to her again she pushed the dress' straps off her shoulders. It fluttered to the ground around her patent leather high heels.

She stepped out of the dress toward him and took a handful of the front of his slacks. Even half hard it felt miraculous. She cooed in his ear before dropping to her knees in front of him. A quick zip and she found his cock a home for the night in her mouth.

She barely had time to get it all the way hard before she heard the door open behind them. A voice said, "Ah jeez. Get a room!"

Melissa stopped sucking what was shaping up to be a very nice cock just long enough to sternly shout over her shoulder, "This is a room. Split!"

The door glided shut, and Danny started with the task he was on the clock for. Out of the left pocket of his blazer he produced a bundled length of bright red nylon rope. He tapped her on top of the head with it and when she looked up at it asked, "Mind if I tie you up a little?"

Something new ground through Melissa's guts. Between the nearly perfect cock in her mouth, the beautiful man it was attached to, and the subtle (and not so subtle) ways he was exerting dominance her lust was kicking up to levels she hadn't previously thought she could feel. Maybe this is what got people married.

Excited as a puppy when their master comes home, she nodded an affirmative without taking his dick out of her mouth. He unfurled the rope, holding a loop at the center, and dragged her by the hair over to the urinal. The hair pull gathered some tears at the corners of her eyes, just enough to blur the edges of her eyeliner.

He said gently, "Hands up." She obeyed, and he started working the rope into cuffs that joined her hands behind the sweating pipe at the top of it. When he was done, he took up two handfuls of her hair and started working his cock in and out of her mouth and throat at his own speed. She gagged once or twice, and her own saliva had started working a trail down in her cleavage. After a particularly hard gag, he pulled out and slapped her gently in the face. He pointed down at her with the authority of disciplining an out of line pet, and said, "No teeth."

He was only back in her mouth for a moment when her teeth contacted his cock and he pulled out again. From his pocket, he produced a strip of leather with a wide ring in the center. It hung from his hand long enough for her to figure out it was a ring gag. In a sex addled mumble, she repeatedly said, "Sorry."

Stern of tone, he said, "Open." As he fit the ring gag in her mouth, she thought to herself how lucky she was to have met this man. In no time he was back to thrusting his cock into her mouth through the gag. She had no way to hold back her drooling with it in, and had completely soaked herself from cleavage to crotch. "Do you want me to fuck you? You want me to fuck your slutty cunt?"

She was barely aware that he was asking her, but managed a nod right before he came in her mouth. It seemed small in her mouth, until it started to run down her spit slicked body. He had managed to completely cover her in it. He shook the last of the cum and drool off his cock into her face, and got a red felt tip pen out of his pocket, and drew a single tally on her forehead with it.

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