Lesbian Pimp Records Vol. 01

The smoky flavored, amber colored fluid tickled his throat as it went down, an intense warmth promptly filling his chest and belly. Wes sighed and screwed the cap back on the bottle tightly before he gently placed it next to his weapon of choice and slammed the drawer shut.

Sighing again, Wes closed his eyes, slowly rubbing his forehead with a gently trembling hand as he shook his head. The sadness had passed, the anger welled up and then slowly faded, leaving him the familiar guilt to deal with.

"I'm about ready to go. You all set?" The voice was Grote's and it jerked Wes from his brooding.

"Eh?" He asked, turning around, still only half aware of where he was, what he was doing. His mind torn between the vivid memories of the past and the here and now.

Grote made note of the delay, the detachment that was glaringly obvious when one knew what to look for. He made a note of it, to keep an eye on his friend, knowing the signs were typically not good. His face betrayed no acknowledgement of his friend's spell and he shrugged. "I got my smokes, monies, and a flask filled with cold and yummy. Are you ready to get down to the track?"

Wes yawned and snapped open his silver pocket watch and studied it before snapping it shut and replacing it in his pocket. "God I wish it were hockey season."

"They don't have sticks in the roller derby, but that doesn't keep them from decapitating people." Grote grinned.

Wes grinned in turn.

***

Luna was the Captain of a roller derby team called the Toybox Killers. They were just one of the few local teams that competed, but they were definitely a fan favorite. Not only could they talk the talk, they walked the walked, and with style and skill.

As was the case whenever she was focused on a bout, Luna couldn't hear the crowd, so much as feel it. The sounds were jumbled together into a faint, tingling background vibration that lingered on the edge of her perceptions, leaving her to focus on more important things.

It was just a practice set, but even then, they had a strong attendance, the practices were after all, usually very entertaining.

"Move your ass Miss Kicks-a-lot!" The tanned, short haired derby captain called out. She was skating backwards at a blinding speed as she watched her teammates moving in an aggressive formation.

Grote was leaning on the railing dividing the two rinks and small arenas. On one side was the derby practice; to the right was a friendly hockey game. He watched Luna and her girls skate, their uniforms composted of bright yellow crop tops with huge, angry glaring eyes over the breasts. The outfit was completed with short black pleated skirts and black and yellow striped thigh high stockings. Hell, even the wheels on the skates the team wore alternated between yellow and black.

They look like bumblebees, Grote mused as he watched them. Buzz buzz buzz.

Maybe they should be called the Honey-Pot-Pokers instead? Or the V-Stings? No wait, V-Sting sounds like an exotic STD, Grote thought. He shook his head, his eyes wandering over to the hockey match next door as he sipped from his flask.

"I'm telling you, my radar is as impeccable as ever." Wes scowled, leaning with his back against the railing, facing away from the track as he and Spike scanned the crowd, more in particular, the women in the crowd.

"You're off your bloody rocker old man." Spike shrugged, her pale blue eyes darting back and forth.

"You're talking out your ass, woman. I know my shit. Try me."

"Alright Captain Ladyboy, let's see..." Spike trailed off as she scanned the crowd. She spotted a pair of women standing practically shoulder to shoulder. One was dressed up in a dark blue christian school uniform and the woman beside her had an incredible figure, defined by a very tight pair of black jeans.

Spike gestured towards the pair who were watching the practice, oblivious to their presence for the moment. "There, what about those two?"

Pushing his fingers back through his very short blonde hair, Wes sighed, narrowing his eyes at the two women. "Oh yeah. That's an easy one. Really Spike? I thought this was supposed to be a challenge?"

"Well if that's easy, drop the bullshit and show me your cards."

"Yeah yeah yeah, get off my ass." Wes' eyes darted back to the two women for a moment, studying first the younger, white, blonde girl and then her more mature, dark haired, asian companion.

"They're totally fucking." Wes nodded.

"I'm sure we're all fucking someone, care to elaborate?" Spike rolled her eyes impatiently.

"They're fucking each other."

"Bullshit."

"I shit you not madam. I'm not implying they are gay, but they sure as hell aren't strictly-dickly. Especially the older one."

"Care to explain that?" Spike perked a brow.

"Look at the way she displays her ass and her shapely legs. The advertisement isn't for something you bend over and pound the hell out of. It's all about the legs and the ass. She's not offering somewhere to park, but a buffet. Her manner of dress screams 'Imagine these toned thighs holding you in my thrall whilst you lash my cunt with your obedient little tongue.' She doesn't show off her mammaries because you will be too busy going down to look up at them." Wes explained confidently.

"You're a bloomin lunatic." Spike sighed, shaking her head.

"Oh no, it's true, it's true." Wes insisted.

"Alright, that heaping of bullshit aside for now, what about the other one, the blonde girl?" Spike asked.

"Typical Sunday School Slut." Declared Wes.

"Enlighten me?" Spike frowned doubtfully.

"Oh easy, don't get me wrong, I love Jesus Christ as my Lord and personal Savior, I pray, I give thanks, I try to do the right thing, even when no one is looking. But I can't get behind all the other shit that gets attached to it. I mean Christ preached about love, forgiveness, change, fucking redemption. He didn't run around cackling and frothing from the mouth while cracking a whip and asking for your fucking money like the modern day administrators of his 'will' so habitually do." Wes shrugged.

"You're straying, get back to the point." Pressed Spike.

"Ah but it is my point. There is nothing wrong with morals and values, but that poor little girl is probably so tightly wound the fuck up by the complex standards forced on her that she's ready to snap. She's impressionable to an extent because she was sheltered, even if it was against her will. I mean why the fuck else send your kid off to an expensive school like that? It sure as fuck has less to do with quality education and more to do with sheltering her from perceived threats."

"Alright, alright, to the point?"

"The older chick is obviously into girls and furthermore, look at her utilitarian dress, her stance, her posture. She's into things that are useful to her. A young impressionable 18 year old girl can be convinced to give oral service easily enough, take my word for it." Explained Wes as he sighed and stretched out, sticking his arms out over his head.

Spike snorted and shook her head. "Alright, any more so-called 'proof' or is it all just rambling bullshit?"

"Well if you need more proof, the blonde chick is getting fingered by the cougar." Wes stated matter-of-factly with a shrug.

"Let me guess, it's after they go out to a fancy dinner and order a certain wine that you guessed they would pick out based on the number of charms on the bracelet she is wearing..." Spike began.

"No you fucking triple stoop. Now. RIGHT now." Wes jerked his head slightly towards the pair.

"Oh you are so full of shit- Oh my god, that bird is getting fingered." Spike changed her tone, blinking her eyes rapidly as she observed the left hand of the older woman exploring high up the thigh of the girl beside her. Her hand vanishing well up the front of the little pleated skirt.

The two women continued to chat quietly, Spike noticing how the pale cheeks of the blond became flushed as she moved her hips forward slightly, rocking against the probing fingers.

"She's getting two fingers!" Spike was as baffled as a confused as a virginal, 12 year old boy would be witnessing the act.

"Fuckin told you so man." Wes grinned, he had indeed called it.

"Wait a fucking minute, you paid them didn't you?" Spike turned to Wes, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Oh you caught me; I hired two women to just stand around a public roller rink fingering each other on the off chance you might ask me about it." Wes snorted.

Luna was finished with her set and skated over to the track's exit. She held the gate open, giving each and every one of the dozen Toybox Killers a firm slap on the ass as they skated past her and off the track.

Looking up, Luna seen Wes and Spike, and for some reason they looked like they were acting a little more creepy than usual. She shook her head and skated up behind them, hands on her hips as she narrowed her eyes. "And what are you two conspicuous fuckers doing?"

"Wes paid those girls to finger each other." Spike declared nodding towards the two women.

"I did not! They did it on their own!" Protested Wes.

"URGH! I can't leave you assholes alone for five minutes can I?" Luna reached up and caught each of them on the side of the head, promptly bashing their noggins together.

By then the two women had noticed their observers and shot the trio a dirty look before marching off towards the women's bathroom.

"Aww damnit you ruined the show Luna." Wes rubbed the side of his head, mirroring Spike.

"You act like you've never seen a vulnerable 18 year old girl getting fingered by her female teacher before." Luna shook her head.

"What? How do you know she was the girl's teacher?" Wes demanded, rescanning the facts in his mind.

"Ugh, you have a lot of practice ahead of you if you hope to match my skills young padawan." Luna shook her head again and skated off.

Grote walked over, tucking his flask back into his inner coat pocket as he looked at the two irritated kinsmen. "Eh? What was that about?"

"Captain Pervert here hired some school teacher to finger one of her students. Got Luna all pissed." Spike grimaced, fishing in her coat for a cigarette.

"Ah so nothing more than the usual?" Grote shrugged dismissively.

"I didn't hire anyone damnit!" Wes growled.

"Hurry up, we're having a party with eight hot, sweaty, scantily clad roller girls, and we'll all be naked and locked in my room if you don't catch up!" Luna called out, her and a handful of her teammates skating out of the main doors together.

Spike, Wes and Grote silently eyed one another for a moment before bolting off in unison after them.

* * *

Sadly, a pack of professionals on roller skates were able to cover ground, much, much quicker than the trio of friends. Even taking the subway hadn't got them there soon enough. By the time they made it up the stairs into the living area, loud music was playing, the handful of women already equipped with bottles of beer and conversation buzzing with the music.

"Wesssss! Wesley is here! He can soooo cook for us, he is such a gooood cock! Ugh, I mean coook!" Snorted a tall, freckly redhead cradling a bottle of Guinness on the couch, her companion nearest to her breaking into a fit of giggles.

"Eh, are you ladies hungry?" Asked Wes, shrugging off his worn, dark brown leather jacket before hanging it on a hook near the door.

"YES!" Was the general cry back, and the man shrugged. Slowly he rolled up the sleeves to his black dress shirt and moved into the kitchen, tapping his chin before he went to work preparing a batter for some fish.

The evening flew by pretty fast, Grote sat bored at the counter, thumbing through a deck of cards as he drank his beer. Before long he was joined by a trio of inebriated derby girls and the thumbing turned into poker played with peanuts which eventually evolved to strip poker.

Wes was busy at the stove, cooking small baskets of fish and chips that were taken and consumed as fast as he could put them out. He was joined in the kitchen by Suzee Slaughter, the tall, freckly girl with a bright mane of long, curly red hair. She was giggling as she chatted him up, sipping from her bottle of stout, pausing only to enticingly suck at the tip from time to time, always giggling as she basked in Wes' attention.

At some point in the evening Spike wandered back to her room, alone. Wes lost track of Luna and her small group of cohorts and the last he seen of Grote, the man was stripped to the waist, his three female companions reduced to just their underwear as the card game went on.

Suzee pulled him into his room and Wes kicked the door shut behind him, his arms snaking around the girl who sloppily, but enthusiastically kissed him. She tasted like stout, and Wes savored it, their tongues darting out to roll over one another as he walked the girl back towards the bed.

The long, slender fingers of her hands pawed at the front of Wes' pants as he kissed her, his cock already hard and taut against his slacks as the woman groped at it. He lashed out, his hand playfully slapping the woman's soft, plush little ass. He grinned as he squeezed it with both hands, walking her to the edge of the bed before playfully pushing her down onto it.

The redhead giggled and reach down, pulling her black jersey up and over her head, the soft pink silver dollar nipples at the top of her small breasts peaked and in full view. She whipped her head from side to side once, tossing out the long red curls of her hair, her hands sliding up to cup her breasts as she curled a finger for him to join her.

Wes grinned and tossed off his own shirt, his hands moving over the buckle of his belt as Suzze crawled forward on the bed, on her hands and knees as she waited impatiently. Once Wes had tugged his pants down the redhead was on his cock in an instant. Both of her hands were wrapped around the shaft as she leaned forward, slurping the tip of his cock between her lips as she sucked hard on it.

"Ohhh that feels nice." Wes sighed, both hands moving down as he ran his fingers through the girl's hair and grinned. His cock stiffened quickly to full hardness as Suzee bobbed her head back and forth, treating the tip as if it were a lollipop and she was using her tongue to desperately lick her way to the chewy center.

He tossed his head back and sighed as he felt her hot tongue swirling around and around over the tip of his cock. He reached out, lightly slapping her ass again as she pushed her hips out, her soft little, shorts-covered ass up in the air as she sucked him.

After a few moments she slowly pulled his cock from between her lips, the head and shaft glistening with a warm, wet layer of saliva. She grinned and rolled onto her side, falling onto her back as she opened up her legs. Wes grinned and reached down, the tips of his fingers prying into the tops of her tight black little shorts, tugging them up and off as she held her legs up for him.

She grinned and spread her pale thighs, showing him the bubble gum pink slit of glistening flesh topped off with a tiny tuft of flame red pubic hair. She giggled and he moved between her legs, dipping his head down as his tongue lashed out at her pink little cunt. Her flesh radiated heat and she lifted her hips up, moaning loudly as she licked, her fingers reaching down to grasp a handful of hair on either side of Wes' head.

"Oh you dirty fucker!" Suzee hissed, her bright red hair pooling around behind her head as she squirmed, bucking her hips up, grinding her warm slit against Wes' extended tongue.

He licked rapidly, tongue darting out over and over as he moved one hand up to clutch at her small, perky left breast. He gave her soft flesh a hard squeeze, pulling a mewl from the girl's lips as he rose the other hand, his thumb flicking back and forth over the stiff little bead of her clit as he continued to taste her.

"Just fuck me! Come on!' Suzee hissed, tossing her head to the side as she let out a soft whine, releasing her hand holds on his hair.

Wes moved up to his knees, Suzee splaying her legs wide open as she dropped a hand between her legs, spreading open her pink slit with two fingers, giving him a target to thrust into.

Gripping his cock, he brushed the head up and down over her slit before leaning forward, spearing her hard with the entire length, shoving it down to the base in one thrust. Suzee cried out, tossing her head back as her hands moved to Wes' hips, gripping them firmly as she bucked up at him.

"Urgh you crazy bitch!" Wes growled, thrusting hard and deep, his hips slapping loudly against hers as the sharp nails of her fingers dug into his skin, pulling him faster and faster into her.

"Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me!" Suzee pleaded. Already her pale, freckled neck and chest were flushed pink, the drunk little ginger already in the throes of orgasmic pleasure.

Wes thrust even harder as he braced himself on his hands and extended arms, leaning over Suzee as his pressed his lips firmly to hers. She opened her mouth at the touch, her tongue pushing into his mouth as she twisted her legs around his, the momentum not slowing as he continued to fuck her.

She pulled him down against her, her small, warm breasts pushing firmly into his bare chest, her nails slowly raking over his lower back. Leaving little bloodied trails and scratch marks, tracing the wake of her fingertips.

"Harder you motherfucker! Harder! Break my fucking hip if you have to I don't care! Just fuck me harder!!" Suzee growled, thrashing around under Wes who perked a brow. He complied by slamming his hips harder into hers, roughly using his long, thick on her delightfully plush insides like a battering ram.

"You're a fucked up bitch, you know that?" Wes asked, his fingers roughly gripping her shoulders, their bodies sliding against one another as Wes kicked off of his toes, fucking her with ever bit of speed and power that he could muster.

Suzee squealed, the sensation of the fat meaty cock stretching out her soft inner walls made her toes curl, the feeling of Wes' tight, heavy balls slapping against the soft flesh of her ass only adding to the wonderful cocktail of sensations.

Wes knew it was because she was drunk that she was demanding it so rough. He knew for fact she had came at least twice already and was going to regret the rough pounding in the morning when the stout had worn off and her senses had returned.

"I'm cumming! Fuck!" Wes declared, bottoming out inside of her with one final, powerful push.

Suzee's hands gripped his ass, her fingers digging into his skin as she held him deep inside of her. She ground her hips up and down, gripping his cock with her innermost walls as he came hard inside of her. Moaning out loudly Wes came again and again, filling Suzee's little red cunt with no small amount of his thick, creamy seed, the girl viciously swinging her hips back and forth until every last drop was milked from him shaft.

The two collapsed and Wesley panted for breath, covering his face with a pillow which he clutched tightly, letting out a loud, but muffled growl into the soft fabric.

When at last the warm, beckoning haze of his intense orgasm had faded, Wesley removed the pillow and turned on his side. Suzee was curled up on her side with the sheets partly pulled over her named form. She was in a deep sleep, wearing a stupid, satisfied grin on her features.

Slowly Wes climbed out of bed and leaned over the girl, pulling the sheet up over her before walking over to his closet and pulling his black Batman night pants from a hangar. He pulled the garment on, tying the drawstring tight before he wandered into the quiet and now deserted living room.

He glanced around and then flipped off the light and headed over to the deep, dark red leather arm chair and sunk down in it. With a sigh he tucked his legs underneath himself and half curled up before drifting off into a shallow, uneasy sleep.