Raven Ch. 01

Finishing their coffee, Hale and Becky moved on. Megan cried off the planned shopping trip and ordered another coffee. Michelle knew she had scraped a place at Uni but was in the middle of a year off. She recognised the girl's rootless uncertainty at her age. Michelle had felt the same when Anaisha had gone to Uni for the first time, and she had drifted into a relationship with Andy. She wondered what had become of Andy.

Megan went to the counter to look at the cake selection. Do you want to look even dumpier, girl? Michelle thought to herself. Then with a deep breath, she went to stand behind Megan.

"Great selection," said Michelle after a few moments. "I never know what to have."

Megan smiled uncertainly and said nothing. 'A quiet, shy and reserved girl by all accounts. Not overly academic, no noticeable talents.'

"Coffee and walnut for me. Good choice, do you think?" Michelle continued.

Megan shrugged. "I guess."

The girl, her half-sister, had the personality of a beige carpet. Michelle was almost offended. She tried again. "What are you having?"

" Not sure." Megan was uncomfortable and showed it.

"Megs!" It was Becky. "Just remembered I let you borrow my credit card for that shirt the other day." Hale was with her.

"Oh, sorry," fishing in her bag Megan found the card and handed it over.

"Don't forget to settle up on Friday," said Becky.

"Sure, no problem."

"More cake?" Becky grinned.

Flushing, Megan nodded. "Couldn't resist."

"We noticed! Keep piling on the pounds, and you'll never pull a bloke." Hale giggled as she and Becky stepped up the fat-shaming.

"Oh, I don't know, most guys like a bit of meat on the bone," interrupted Michelle pleasantly. Familial solidarity was needed.

Becky stared. All three girls stared.

"No one asked for your opinion or wants it," said Becky finally.

"Well, you got it, so suck it up." Michelle had been pissed at Megan, and now she was pissed at Becky. Michelle's current status: Pissed.

"Rude bitch aren't you?" Becky snapped.

Michelle read the unease in Becky. Megan was gaping like a slightly dim fish, and Hale was frowning. Sighing inwardly, Michelle stared Becky down. The blonde girl lasted ten seconds.

"You should apologise," said Hale.

Giving Hale the once over, Michelle smiled. "Do you eat pussy? Because if you do, I would be happy to return the favour."

The look of disgusted horror on Hale's face was priceless. "We're going! Come on, Megs." All three girls scurried from the shop.

Turning to the man behind the counter, Michelle peered at his name tag. "Dinish, I'll have the coffee and walnut cake and another latte." That had been a disaster. Pick your moment, Michelle. Open a conversation with your sister, Michelle. Win her trust, Michelle. How's that working out, Michelle? Oh, really great, fan-fucking-tastic, in fact.

Annoyed with herself and with Megan, she wondered how she would get back on track or maybe just abandon the idea. If she was honest, Michelle didn't have much of a plan beyond getting to know Megan.

The answer presented itself twenty minutes when a tentative voice said: "Hi, can I talk to you?"

It was Becky.

Michelle looked at her for a few moments, nonplussed at her sudden appearance. She was a scrawny little thing. Her sharp rodenty features reminded Michelle of Jane, except Becky had a more boyish figure.

"Sure," Michelle indicated the chair.

"Not here. Can we go somewhere else?"

For a moment, Michelle wondered if Becky was trying to set her up, but her anxious, pinched face looked genuine.

"Okay. My car is parked around the side."

"Great," Becky followed Michelle out the door.

"Nice car," said Becky as she slid into the passenger seat.

"Thanks." It was a Mercedes. Beyond that, Michelle knew nothing.

They pulled into traffic. "Anywhere in particular?" Michelle asked.

"No, not really," Becky hadn't thought that far ahead. She was trembling. "I'm Becky."

Smiling, Michelle put her hand on Becky's knee and squeezed it. The blonde girl jumped at her touch, then relaxed. "I'm Raven, and I know a place."

Twenty minutes later, Michelle was guiding Becky down the stairs to the Domain, a club that Mehzin owned and above which Michelle had an office.

Grabbing a small booth, Michelle waved to one of the waitresses. "What will you have?"

"Oh, glass of wine, please. White."

Michelle ordered sparkling water and tucked into the crisps the waitress had brought over.

"So, this is unexpected," said Michelle. They hadn't said much in the car beyond exchanging names. The knee squeeze had relaxed Becky, though.

"Yeah, I guess. You just bowled me over, you know, then what you said to Hale, I mean you're well, wow!" The waitress brought over the drinks, and Becky took a gulp. "I thought you would tell me to get lost."

And miss out on a possible in on Megan? "No, that would be rude," smiled Michelle.

"Yeah," Becky smiled too, it warmed her face.

" See that staircase? Up one, there is a small restroom to the right. Go into the furthest cubicle. Keep the door unlocked and wait there. Understand?"

Becky took another gulp of wine, nodded and stumbled out of the booth, her legs wobbling underneath her.

Michelle gave it a few minutes, just enough to stoke up the expectation. The assistant manager, Claire, an elegant blonde in her thirties, came over.

"Not your usual type. You prefer them darker, much darker as a rule," said Claire, tossing the restroom keys on the table.

Scooping up the keys, Michelle shrugged. "It's for a project I'm working on. The girl is an unexpected development."

"Sounds like the sort of project I can get behind. I'm having dinner with Mehzin tomorrow. Anything I should know?" Claire was looking for a heads up on any issues.

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Okay, if you hear anything, you let me know?"

Nodding, Michelle walked to the stairs.

"Have fun!" Claire called after her.

Michelle raised a hand in acknowledgement.

If there had been room to pace, Becky would have paced. She opted for banging her head slowly on the cubicle door. Was the woman playing a joke on her? Why was she doing this? Stupid question. She knew why she was doing this. The black-haired woman was intoxicating, even her name was intoxicating. Intimidating too. Did she have time to pee? God, she needed to pee. What if Raven came in whilst she was peeing? Pulling down her jeans, Becky sat on the pan, her breathing heavy and ragged.

"Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!" Becky said aloud. The expletives calmed her.

It was no good, she couldn't pee. Going to pull her jeans up, Becky stopped. Should she keep them down? Would Raven expect her to be naked? Maybe Raven wasn't even thinking about having sex with her.

"She sent you to a toilet cubicle and told you to wait there. Of course, she is aiming to have sex with you." Becky chastised herself loudly.

Slumping back on the pan, jeans around her ankles and with a forlorn expression was how Michelle found Becky a few minutes later.

Leaning against the cubicle door, Michelle tried not to laugh and failed. Becky reddened and just sat there, looking surprisingly cute.

"You found it then?"

Becky nodded, the tips of her ears had turned pink and she was trying not to cry.

"Stand up."

An obstinate look crossed Becky's face. She was embarrassed and just wanted to get out with some dignity left.

Grabbing Becky by the head, Michelle pulled her up, the girl weighed next to nothing.

"What--?" Becky's protest was stilled as Michelle pressed her lips to her's. The kiss was passionate, Michelle finding the abandoned waif look enticing, yet the kiss was also a trigger. Becky exploded into a feverish whirl of raw emotions and repressed lust. She tore at Michelle, seemingly everywhere, on her breasts, belly, bum, licking, probing, touching, pecking away at succulent flesh like an emaciated bird.

For about thirty seconds, Michelle tried to wrest control back, then realised its futility and let the girl burn herself out. Becky was starved of girl sex, and her desperate need was arousing as she rubbed herself off against Michelle, cumming with a gush of appreciation, literally and figuratively.

Michelle finally prised a panting Becky off her, sat her down on the toilet and eased her fingers into the girl's sodden snatch. Becky squirmed as Michelle probed and then finger fucked her hard enough for Becky's teeth to chatter. Slowly Michelle began working her hand inside the girl's pussy and then balled her fist. Becky screamed and grunted, her resistance broken, as Michelle sank into the girl up to her wrist.

Holding her thin legs by her ankles, Becky squirmed atop the toilet seat, looking down at her obscenely swollen cunt wrapped around this gorgeous woman's fist that was creating indescribably glorious sensations inside her. Tears rolled down Becky's face, her mouth searching for Michelle's, a low, intense spewing murmurs of "Oh god, oh god, oh fucking god!" silenced only by crushing her thin lips against the fuller ones of her seducer.

Bucking and riding, Becky screamed as she came, the seat spinning off one bracket. She ended up on top of Michelle, half in, half out the cubicle, but still somehow impaled on her arm.

Groaning, they lay there. Michelle to catch her breath and Becky to recover her scrambled senses.

"Please don't move," Becky murmured as she felt Michelle stirring.

"Need to, hun."

Ignoring the mumbled protests, Michelle gently disengaged and then winced as the feeling started to flow back to her numbed hand. Becky had been tight, her pussy acting like a vice. Flexing her wrist, Michelle winced again. It felt sprained, having twisting back as they spilt out of the cubicle.

Becky rolled over on the cold, hard floor, clutching between her legs.

"That was a great fuck," Michelle commented with grudging respect.

"I feel like I've given birth," Becky groaned, still clutching herself.

"Trust me, you'll know when you've given birth."

"Oh god! What if someone comes in!" Becky exclaimed, only now realising they were outside the cubicle.

"Relax, the door is locked."

"Oh, how did you manage that?"

Gathering her jeans and top, Michelle sat on them and propped herself against the far wall, adjoining the cubicle.

"With a key." Michelle pulled the keys out of her jean pocket and jangled them sarcastically.

Flopping next to her, Becky giggled. "Okay, smartypants, I meant how did you get the key?"

"I know the owner." Michelle put her arm around Becky, who snuggled up to her. She felt small and vulnerable to Michelle. Becky was less than five foot tall, no boobs, skinny bum, mainly bone. Not something she found attractive, but the sex had been fun. Attraction was mainly in the head, and Becky's fierce lust had been exciting as it was unexpected.

"Are your boobs real?" Becky asked.

"You like a personal question, don't you? I had a small boob job a few years back."

"Wow, they look and feel real." She cupped Michelle's breast. It felt soft yet firm, its pale pink nipple looked inviting. Becky kissed it lightly. "Is Raven your real name?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, I guess. Actually, yes, it does. I want to know everything about you," Becky looked up, all young and earnest.

"Than no, it isn't. People know me as Raven. It's also a working name."

"Oh, by working, do you mean like an escort or something?"

"Or something."

"A high-end hooker," grinned Becky.

"Who fucked you in the toilets of a Lesbian club, that's one to tell your friends," Michelle smiled.

"No, I keep this part of my life separate. To be honest, you are only the second woman I've been with. I'm still figuring it out, really. When did you know you were a lesbian?"

"Well, I don't think of myself as one. I like sex. I like cock. I like pussy. Although I live with two women at the moment." Michelle didn't mention her daughter.

"Oh, do you have a boyfriend as well?"

Michelle shrugged, she didn't fancy explaining the Kax situation either. She turned the questions back. Luckily Becky was eager to talk. Michelle forestalled her by suggesting they chat further over a drink rather than sitting on a bathroom floor.

Becky hooked her arm through Michelle's and floated back to the booth. She imagined everyone at the club knew she had just been ravished in the restroom. Her only disappointment was the lack of customers to witness it.

Claire reappeared, was deferential to Michelle, and that reflected onto Becky, who enjoyed having such an elegant woman waiting on her.

"The assistant manager no less, you must be important, and I didn't have to show ID. I always get asked for ID,' Becky added, grumbling.

"The woman I live with, Mehzin, owns the club."

"Ah, that explains it, I guess. Who is the other woman? You said there were three of you."

"Shan, Mehzin's niece."

Becky's eyes widened. "And you all?"

"Sleep with each other? Yes." Amused, Michelle waited for Becky to freak out. She didn't.

"Wow, you lead a very unconventional and exotic lifestyle," replied Becky excitedly.

"I guess."

Claire arrived with more drinks and the two salads they ordered.

"It's not just you are banging the boss, and the boss's niece, who are also banging each other, is that legal? But, you give off this air of authority, really got me right there when you faced me down." Becky patted her tummy. "Have you always been like that?"

Michelle sidestepped the question. "Tell me about yourself," she smiled.

There wasn't much to tell. "Still living at home, always been a bit of a tomboy and a bossy cow, always knew I was a bit different but not really bothered by it. Only really now exploring myself. I was kind of late with the whole sex thing. Not into boys, really. I like them, just not, you know. Deffo going to Uni, history probably. Hale is my best friend, and yes, I fancy her rotten."

"You ever been with a guy?"

"Yeah, once, just not for me. So this escorting thing."

Michelle figured Becky was too fascinated to let it go. "I do it occasionally, it's simple and uncomplicated, and sometimes I need that. It's not a full-time thing, not even my main job."

"What is your main job?"

Pausing, Michelle figured how best to describe the work she did for Mehzin. "I'm a fixer, I guess is the best way to describe it. Yeah, I fix things, make sure things run properly."

"What? Like repairing things?" Becky looked confused.

"Fuck no. I fix problems. You have a problem, I fix it. I worked for three years for a law firm, I'm still on retainer there, and I do the same for Mehzin."

"Oh, I see. I think. So if I had a problem like," Becky struggled with a problem to describe. "Like a parking ticket" was the best she could do.

"Yeah, except it would be cheaper to pay the parking ticket," smiled Michelle. "So, Hale, she know you fancy her?"

"Yes, no, sort of, she knows I don't really go for boys, so we never really talk about it. But, guys, go for her big time, and she likewise. Hale is my best friend, but she is bit of a slut. You fancied her, I guess?"

"I do tend to go for girls like Hale as a rule. Variety is good, though," replied Michelle giving Becky a big smile.

"Thanks." Becky blushed a little.

"And Megan?"

"Megan is well, Megan. We were all at school together, and Megs always hung around with us. I'm not proud, but we used her like a gopher, fetch this, fetch that. Still do a bit, I guess."

"Yeah, you were bullying her."

This time Becky visibly reddened but didn't deny it.

"What are her family like?" Michelle felt herself tensing.

"Megs? Her mum, Carol, is okay, a bit wet. Her dad is kind of a creep. Always trying to chat up Hale. Makes you want to vom! Guys." Becky shrugged.

"Yeah. Guys."

They finished their meals, and Michelle walked Becky to the nearest Underground. The young girl was a little tense as she figured how she went about seeing Raven again. It struck her that she hadn't found out her real name.

It began to drizzle as they loitered in the Underground entrance. Michelle passed Becky one of her business cards, preempting the unsaid questions in the girl's head.

"Michelle Hole," Becky read. There was nothing else save a number. "Well, I can see why you went with Raven, your name is, oh what do they call it?"

"Nominative determinism." Becky was bright. Michelle liked that. "If you want to hang out sometime, I'm cool."

"Or if I have a problem," Becky teased.

"That too."

Taking out her phone, Becky pinged the number on the card.

The rain beat down harder as Michelle leaned in closer above the noise. "There is one thing you can do for me."

"Sure, what?"

Michelle told her.