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A Flash of Light	By : DrakeClawfang Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII Views: 9232 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Flash of Light
- 1
A Flash of Light
Hope took a sip of his light beer and looked at his watch. 9:30. She should be on soon. Two months after his first visit to the strip club creatively titled “The Pulse,” he had learned the routine. Thursdays and Tuesdays at 9:30. Apparently she appeared during the day on Mondays and Fridays, but he had work. And I’m not so obsessed to skip work.
“Hey, cutie.” Hope looked up. A redhead in a bright orange bikini sauntered up to his seat in the corner booth and leaned over. A leg purposefully stretched out to rub against his ankle, and she patted the table in front of him. “Is this seat taken? It could be.”
“No thanks. Here for someone specific,” Hope replied. The redhead winked at him but stepped away. Hope glanced at her as she walked away, hips swinging like a pendulum. For a moment he reconsidered her offer. No. I’m already planning to spend a lot of money tonight. After his friend Noel had found out from someone else the place’s secret side business, Hope had spent three weeks saving his cash to be able to afford it. And I’m gonna have to do it before I have second thoughts.
Then, the lights on the stage went down, and blue-tinted lights bathed it in a pale glow. A slow, thumping beat started pumping from the loudspeakers, and the commotion of patrons and servers fell silent. Hope sat up straight in his seat. Here we go.
“Patrons of Pulse, there’s a storm rolling into our little slice of heaven. Prepare to be thunderstruck by the glory of… Lightning.”
The curtains parted, and as always when they did at this time, Hope’s throat seized up.
The woman standing on stage worn an outfit based on a military uniform, if it was designed for sex appeal instead of function. A red miniskirt showed off long, toned legs rising from black boots, and a white coat held closed with several buckles concealed her torso, one of the buckles already undone to show her midriff. Light pink hair trailed down the front of the outfit and dipped into the open collar of the outfit, and bright aqua eyes opened.
With long, slow steps, Lightning strode down the catwalk, her boots clicking with each step. The men who had the guts and money to sit in the front seats were already hooting, bills held up. She ignored all of them and approached the metal pole running down from the ceiling. Lightning put a hand on it and looked down, as if she suddenly realized she was surrounded by lustful males calling for her affection. She reached down and ghosted her fingers along the money they offered, stopping at a larger denomination and plucking it from the man’s hands. She pressed a kiss to it and tossed it back to him, pink lipstick staining the bill.
Sweet Etro, she’s sexy. Hope had never gotten the courage to approach the stage, preferring to stay in his little two-person booth in the corner. He had been dragged here one night after work when his friends had finally talked him into it. That night he had beheld Lightning for the first time, and for the two months afterwards he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. It was like a goddess from the unseen realm descended to the mortal planes and blessed these mortals with a glimpse of her perfection.
A glimpse is enough. Every time she performed, Lightning held the crowd in the palm of her hand. The club had dozens of beautiful women, and several of them had dedicated acts they performed on the stage. But none could compare to Lightning. Not only her physical beauty, but the way she carried herself made her impossible to ignore. She was an illusion no man could hope to grasp, a vision of beauty that could not be equalled in the real world. At least, Hope thought so. His friends had agreed she was hot, but not any hotter than the other women around them. But Hope only had eyes for Lightning, which was why he only came on the nights she was to perform.
Lightning kicked up a leg, flashing the black panties up her skirt to a row of lucky bastards, and slid it down the pole, taking hold of it and descending to the ground. She tilted her head back towards someone in the front row. The foolish bastard grinned and leaned forward, but Lightning reached a hand over her head to flick him away and stood back up before he could get close enough to try anything with her. She stretched out her legs along the stage and threw her head back, the long, smooth skin bared and ready for anyone who dared to touch her. None did.
There were rules against groping the girls of the club, of course. “No means no,” “Look but don’t touch unless you can pay for it,” “nothing comes off unless she’s doing it.” Those that went on the stage often had men reaching for them, and they variably encouraged it or brushed them off depending on the individual woman. Lightning was the exception. No one touched her, and if they ever tried she pulled away before they could make contact. Hope wondered what would happen if someone ever worked up the guts to try, or caught her off-guard. That’s the trick, I guess. She isn’t caught off-guard. She controls them entirely.
Lightning was on her feet now, arching into the metal pole. Her breasts poked through the coat she was wearing, and her miniskirt rode so far up her jutting ass that Hope could see the curve of flesh poking out the bottom. She rose back up into a standing position and turned, repeating the motion with the pole riding the crack of her ass through her skirt. Half bent-over, Lightning reached up a single hand and undid a clasp on her coat. The collar fell open enough to show her cleavage and a hint of a black bra, and the calls increased in turn with the bills being held up.
Hope’s hands shook. He had spent more nights than he cared to admit fantasizing he was in the front row, that he could reach up and cup her breast, or her ass, or seize her face and kiss her. Lightning trailed her hands down her torso, purposefully pressing her breasts together for a moment as she did. When she reached the edge of her miniskirt she brought her hands back up, hiking the skirt up higher. She reached her naval and another clasp came loose. Her stomach and naval were in full view, the coat flaring open as it was freed.
The music was growing louder, the pumping deeper, and Hope recognized the coming finale. Lightning bit her lip and threw her head back. She cupped her breast, tracing a nail around their curve in the exposed area of skin between then. Her fingers found the fourth buckle and undid it. The black bra she had on was in full view now, only a belt around her torso keeping her coat closed. Lightning pressed two fingers to the center of her bra and it snapped free. A flick of the wrist and the item was in her hand, held in the air like a carrot on a stick.
The crowd went wild. Hands offering fistfuls of money filled the air. Lightning smirked and swept her hand back and forth, the sea of bills rising and subsiding as the offered garment passed over them. Something, presumably a larger offering than the rest, caught her eye, because she smiled wider and reached her other hand out to pluck a cluster of bills from someone’s hand. She lifted the bra overhead again, and with a laugh tossed it into the crowd. Hope saw four men dive under a table to retrieve it and wondered if the one who had just paid for the futile hope of getting his hands on it would be the one to succeed.
Lightning took hold of the pole and swung around it once, again swinging her leg up it, and then dropped it down. She licked two fingers and reached out. Like someone picking out fruit, she fingered the bills and occasionally picked one out. When she had rounded the stage, she stood and turned to walk back to the curtains. A few groans came from the crowd. Amateurs. Hope had seen the act enough times to know it wasn’t over yet. Lightning always saved the best for last.
When she reached the end and put a hand out to part the curtains and leave, Lightning looked over her shoulder as if she had forgotten something. She spun on a heel and narrowed her eyes, sweeping them over the entire room. The room that Hope knew was paying rapt attention. She brought a hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss to it as she looked around.
He almost fainted when her eyes stopped on him.
Oh mighty Etro. Is she? Hope quickly scanned in front of him. There were a few other patrons in the way, she might have been looking at them. No. She can’t be. She’s looking at me. Oh Etro, Lindsei and Pulse, she’s looking right at me. Lightning brought the hand down from her mouth and blew a kiss at him. This was always part of the act, but she’d never done it at Hope. Does she know? She can’t, can she?
The same hand that had just blown him a kiss came to Lightning’s coat, and fingered the leather belt that held it closed. Slowly, with agonizing precision, she pulled the strap out of the buckle and pulled out the metal pin. Two-handed down, Lightning pulled the belt out of the buckle, holding her coat closed so just the inside curve of her breasts showed.
The music ended with three sharp beats, and Lightning’s movement timed perfectly with them. She stuck her legs out to either side to poke out her hips, tilted her head back, and on the final note, pulled her coat open.
The curtains fell closed on the image of Lightning holding out her bare torso for all to see, and a flurry of bills were thrown on stage in a chorus of applause. The lights came back to normal and the DJ began speaking.
Hope collapsed into his seat and realized he was short of breath. Panting, he swallowed heavily as his mind replayed what had happened.
That was meant for me. It had to be. She had blown her kiss right to him. Did she know why he was here tonight? She couldn’t, that was impossible. Hope took another sip of his beer to wet his dry mouth. It has to be tonight. He wasn’t completely sure, but after that, what choice did he have? Lightning had seen him, blown him her kiss. How could he back down now?
Hope stood, took a deep breath, and headed to the bar. The server looked up at him as he approached.
“What’ll it be, sweetheart?”
Hope gulped and recited the code phrase Noel had told him. “Um… I was interested in… visiting the country branch of the club.”
The server stared at him for several seconds. Hope began to sweat. This was the first security pass, the server screened out anyone that looked like trouble. He hoped he didn’t. He was dressed nice enough, button-up white shirt with orange stripes and blue jeans, and his silver hair was neat enough to be presentable. Did he look like trouble? He didn’t know the club’s standards for this sort of then.
“The travel fees are a bit pricey. Got the cash?”
The response to the code phrase that meant he had been accepted. Hope let out his breath and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Show me.” The server waited as Hope pulled out his wallet and opened it enough to show several fifty gil notes in the back. “Alright.” She leaned in and began to whisper. “Head to the bathroom and go past the door to the Employees Only door on the right. When you hear the buzzer, go through the door and downstairs.”
“Right.” Hope nodded and turned to walk to the hallway to the bathrooms. He reached them, went past them, and stopped by the Employees Only door. He glanced up to see a security camera, and gave a small wave at it. The buzzer sounded, and Hope pushed the door open. A long, steep concrete staircase down to another door stretched before him, and he gripped the railing for support as he descended. When he reached the bottom he knocked. The door was pulled open.
“Good evening, sir.” A man with straight black hair smiled at him and stepped aside. Hope stepped in, and the door shut behind him. Then, he was thrown against the door. He cried out and looked back. Another man with silver hair was patting up the legs of his jeans. When he finished he moved on to Hope’s torso and arms. He looked at the black-haired man and nodded.
“So, what’s your name?” The black-haired man asked. Hope turned around. A small, cramped hallway went on beyond the two men. In contrast to the stairs, the walls were painted a warm crimson and lit with wall sconces.
“Hope.”
“Last name?”
“Estheim.”
“Spell it.”
“Um… E-S-T-H-E-I-M.”
The black-haired man turned and nodded. Hope looked in the same direction and saw a woman with glasses typing at a computer. “What is this?”
“Security. We want to ensure the safety of our ladies,” the man said. “Criminal records, health records. Any red flags.”
Hope nodded and waited. After several seconds, the woman looked up. “He’s clean.”
“Excellent.” The man patted Hope on the back. “Hope, allow me to introduce myself. I am Cid, proprietor of this lovely establishment. This is Yaag, and Jihl.”
“Um, hi.” Hope waved awkwardly.
“So, who did you have in mind for tonight’s show?”
Hope licked his lips. “Lightning.”
Cid’s expression brightened. “Ah, yes, one of our most popular ladies. I’m afraid that she is in high demand, though. A steeper price is called for. A private show with Lightning is one hundred gil.”
“Right.” Hope pulled out his wallet and fished out two fifty gil notes. Cid took them and fingered them, and pocketed them.
“Come with me.” Cid turned and walked down the hall. Hope followed him, looking back at Yaag and Jihl, but they weren’t paying attention. Cid lead Hope around a corner and stopped at a door. Hope looked up and down the hall and saw all the doors looked identical. “Now, let us be clear with something.” Cid looked at Hope evenly. “The one hundred gil you just paid is simply for a private show with Lightning. Beyond that, whatever transpires in this room tonight is between you and her, and is none of my business. Understood?”
Hope nodded. Noel had explained this all to him. Legal protection, plausible deniability. The illusion that these basement rooms were just for private shows and nothing more.
“Good.” Cid pulled a key ring from his pocket and unlocked the door. He pulled it open and stepped back. “Lightning will be with you shortly.” Hope stepped in, and the door clicked shut behind him.
Hope walked further into the room, looking around. The room was all dark red walls with more wall sconces and a single overhead light. A cheesy heart-shaped bed with several pillows was in one corner, the pillows and covers bright red. In another corner, a small circular stage with a stripper pole. A table with two armless high-backed chairs against a wall. A cupboard under a sink with a mirror on the wall nearby. Hope moved to the sink, took an empty glass on it, and filled it with water. He gulped it down all at once.
I look as nervous as I feel. He peered at his reflection and tried to get his breathing under control. Calm down, if she walks in and sees me like this she’s liable to walk right out. It’s fine, Noel told me his was very nice and sweet, and he hasn’t gotten in trouble. I just need to calm down… He turned to lean back against the sink, and his eyes fell on the bed. He wondered if Lightning always came to this room, or if numerous women came here. How many men before me have laid on that bed…
The door opened, and Hope jumped up. Lightning entered and carefully shut the door behind her. While her head was turned, Hope quickly looked her over. She still had on the black boots from her routine, but was now wearing a knee-length black bathrobe. Did she find another bra to put on under that?
“So.” Hope realized Lightning was looking at him as she spoke. “You’re tonight’s customer, hm?”
Her voice is as smooth as the rest of her.
“Y-Yeah. That’s me.” Hope forced himself to smile. Lightning walked over to the bed and sat down on it, crossing her legs.
“As I’m sure Cid told you, I’m more expensive than the others. You already paid for the basic show, that’s a guarantee. From there, oral is a hundred, fucking is two-fifty, and if you have any kinks or fetishes, it’s up to my discretion if we do it or not and I set the price depending on what it is.”
Hope paused as her words sank it. Lightning stared at him expectantly, leaning back on the bed with her arms supporting her. He blinked. “Um, that’s it?”
Lightning raised an eyebrow. “We do threesomes for five hundred, if you’re a big spender.”
“No, not that!” Hope shook his head. “I mean, just like that? I pay you and that’s it?”
Lightning rolled her eyes and stood. “You realize what you’re here for, don’t you?”
“Of course!” Hope nodded. “I just, well… down to business like that?”
Lightning shrugged. “What did you have in mind?”
Hope rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “I don’t know. I guess… can we talk a bit first? You don’t even know my name.”
Lightning gave him an odd look, and several seconds passed without either of them saying anything. Hope knew his face was red enough to match the walls and wondered if she was going to leave.
“Alright.” Lightning lay back down on the bed and pulled over several pillows to prop herself on. She gave Hope a small smile. “Let’s talk.”
“Right… okay…” Hope took a breath and swung his arms a few times. “Well, I’m Hope.”
“Odd name.”
“I know… and you, Lightning? That’s a stage name, right?”
“Yes.”
Hope wondered if she would continue. When she didn’t, he asked, “what’s your real name, then?”
“Claire.”
“Claire… nice name. Better than Hope.” Hope laughed awkwardly. Lightning just kept giving him that odd smile she had been giving since they began talking. “So, Claire, uh… how’d you get into this?”
“Parents died when I was fresh out of high school. Had a sister to support, and this was good money on a quick timescale.”
“Oh… okay.”
“Don’t you dare say what you’re about to.”
“Huh?” Hope saw Lightning’s smile vanish.
“Oh, poor me, the orphaned high school girl who has to sell her body to support herself and her little sister. There are a few sob stories to that tune around this place, but I’m not one of them.”
“Okay.” Hope couldn’t help but make a face. “So… why?”
“It’s still good money. When you possess a certain, shall we say, ‘physicality’, you can clear a few thousand gil a week, and I only have to work four days a week for it. A hell of a lot better than most mainstream jobs now.”
“Right.” Hope coughed slightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume anything.”
“No one means to, but they do. No offense taken.”
“Good.” Hope tried to think of something else to ask. When he ran out of questions, what else was there to do but get on with it? “Uh… so… well, I guess, do you have anything you want to ask me?”
Lightning smiled that odd smile again. “Oh, no need. I know plenty about you.”
Hope couldn’t hide his surprise. “What?”
Lightning stood up and crossed her arms. “You’ve never had a serious girlfriend, you can count the number of dates you’ve had on one hand, the only nude women you’ve ever seen are on your computer…” She paused, and her smile grew wider. “And, you are most certainly a virgin.”
“WHAT!?” Hope sputtered. “I… what?”
“Tell me this much, honestly.” Lightning smirked. “How often do you masturbate thinking about me when you go home every Tuesday and Thursday?”
Hope paled. Shit. She did mean it for me. She knows. “I… not often.”
Lightning came closer, and Hope took a step back. She stopped when she was in front of him, and Hope smelled rose perfume coming off her. She leaned in until their noses were almost touching, and whispered a single word.
“Liar.”
Hope gulped and backed away from her. “What are you doing?”
“Your type comes in here all the time.” Lightning came closer again, and when Hope tried to back up he bumped against the wall. “You’ve been coming to this joint every week to see me. Silver hair isn’t hard to spot in a crowd, not if you pick the same seat every night. You wouldn’t be that desperate to see me if you had a girlfriend to get you off. But you’re cute enough, so the issue isn’t looks, its personality. You almost never ask anyone out, and when you do it doesn’t go any further than a single date. And seeing how nervous you are at the idea of paying for sex, you’ve obviously never done it before.”
As Lightning rattled off her explanation, Hope kept inhaling her perfume with every breath until he felt light-headed. When she finished, she fixed him with a knowing look. “So, how close am I?”
“I…” Hope looked away. “Four dates, never went beyond one. I live alone. My first kiss was on a dare at a party I had to be dragged to. And… yes. I’m a virgin.”
Lightning laughed, and Hope looked back at her. “There’s always guys like you coming down here. That sort of combination of frightened and horny isn’t hard to mistake.”
“I’m sorry…” Hope gulped. “If I’m not the kind of guy you prefer, I can choose someone else.”
“Oh no you won’t.” Lightning leaned in again. “I meant what I said. You’re cute.” She looked Hope over, and he blushed anew at the role reversal. A pink nail came out to trace his neck, and he shivered. “Want to know my secret, Hope?”
“S-Secret?”
Lightning leaned in beside him until he could feel her breath on his ear. “Do you want to know why I stay with this job? It isn’t for the money. Not really.”
Hope shook but stayed standing. “Why?”
“Because…” Hope felt his shirt move and glanced down. Lightning was undoing the buttons of his shirt one by one as she spoke. “The thing about beautiful women I’ve learned after five years here, is that men like you are terrified of us.” His shirt was fully unbuttoned, and Lightning ran the palm of her hand up his stomach and chest. Hope shivered.
“You’re so damn scared right now, aren’t you? Scared of the sexy woman feeling you up. But you’re also horny as fuck. You’re so hard you hurt. The thought of someone like me touching you like this is almost too much to take. But it’s not a thought, it’s real.”
Hope began to sweat as Lightning kept whispering. “There’s power in sex, in embracing it. I’m sexy as hell and I know it as well as you do. And you’re so scared of that, scared of these unfamiliar sensations, that you don’t know what to do. I could do anything to you right now, and you’d be powerless to stop me.” Lightning moved beside him and took hold of his face, turning it to point him at the bed. “I could throw you on that bed right now and ride you until you break, and you’d just lie there and let me.”
Hope’s mind filled with the image of the two of them doing precisely that. His heart was pounding in his chest, his skin was hot, he could feel sweat rolling down his face, the smell of it mixing with Lightning’s rose perfume. His face turned again and aqua eyes locked on his own. Lightning smiled at him. “That’s the best part of this job, Hope. The power in it. And the best part of the power is when guys like you come along. Guys that want to experience the things they’re too afraid to look for, and need girls like me to help them along.”
Lightning put a finger on Hope’s collarbone. “Hope. I do this job… because of you. Because nothing gets me hotter than the thought of some poor sap virgin too helpless to get a date, turning to me and begging me to give him what he can’t get on his own. ”
Hope stared at her as she finished, that sexy smirk on her pink lips, and opened his mouth and squeaked out “… oh.”
Lightning smirked and walked past him, and Hope turned to watch her. She took hold of a chair from the table against the wall and dragged it in front of the small stage with a stripper pole in the corner. She finished positioning the chair and looked up at him. “Sit.”
“Huh?”
“You paid for a private show, didn’t you?” Lightning asked. She patted the seat of the chair and gave him a coy smile. “Paying clients get their money’s worth here.”
“Right.” Hope stood still for a moment before stepping towards the chair. He reached it and was pushed down by Lightning, grunting at the impact. She smiled down at him and stepped back onto the platform. Facing away from Hope, he saw her hands coming to her waist, and her hand came away with the sash of her robe. Lightning turned around, the robe falling open to show a lacy red bra and matching panties. She made a loop of the robe sash in one hand and threw it out. The loop fell around Hope’s head, and as Lightning leaned forward she pulled him up until their faces almost touched.
“Moving ahead, there’s a rule. No touching unless I say so. Got it?”
Hope nodded rapidly, and Lightning let go. He fell back in the chair, the sash of the robe hanging over his shirt. She just said I paid for this show, but she tells me the rules of it. Not that I could argue. Wouldn’t dare.
Lightning stood on the platform, her back to him, and shrugged the black robe to the floor, leaving her in her bra, panties, and boots. She stepped around the pole and leaned into it. The cold metal slipped between her cleavage, and she gave Hope a knowing smile as she slid up and down, the pole pressed against her cheek. Her legs were situated on either side, her groin pulled flush against it and slowly thrusting into it on her upward strokes.
“Always sat in the back seat.” Lightning trailed her fingers teasingly along the pole as she spoke. “Never had the courage to come up front, hm?”
Hope slowly shook his head. I’ve been missing out. He glanced down. He had already been rock-hard since the curtains parted upstairs, and he swore he could feel his jeans throbbing as he watched Lightning practically make love to the stripper pole. Then Lightning pressed a loving kiss to the metal, and he confirmed that suspicion.
“My partner in crime,” she whispered, the movement of her lips distorting in the reflection of the metal. “I dunno what it is about long, hard objects that get men going. How about you?”
Hope didn’t know where his response came from. For a moment he found a spark of courage – or perhaps stupidity – and replied, “aren’t we a bit too deep to be playing coy?”
He saw a flash in Lightning’s eyes, and she smiled that familiar, sexy smile. “Oh, you don’t want to watch me play?” She stepped around the pole and off the stage to stand in front of Hope.
Shit. Shitshitshitshit…
Lightning leaned down and looked him in the eye. “Alright. Let’s play together.” Hope wondered what she meant as she stood up and turned around. He expected her to climb back on stage, but instead, she sank backwards. He froze, unable and unwilling to move, as Lightning sat in his lap and lay her head on his shoulder. The bulge of his jeans pressed into the perfect curves of her panty-covered ass, and he knew she could feel it.
Lightning raised one hand to Hope’s face and tickled his skin with her nails. Hope watched her face, Lightning staring back at him. Her other hand came up to her mouth, and she stuck her tongue out to roll it over the digit, lathering it with precise, rhythmic sweeps. Then her hand went lower, and her smile widened. Hope’s attention turned to the hand, and realized what she was doing. Lightning slid her hand into her panties, and she let out a soft gasp a moment after. Hope’s eyes shot back up to her face, but now her eyes were shut and her mouth hung open.
A chorus of heavenly moans left Lightning’s lips as she fingered herself on Hope’s lap. Her hips bucked into her hand, the grinding motion increasing the friction on Hope’s dick in turn. His hands twitched, and he wondered how she would react if he touched her. She’s not even inches away from me, she’s on me. She’s sitting on me, hand down her panties, eyes closed, and she’s trusting me not to do anything.
“Lightning?”
“Mmmm?” Lightning cracked open her eyes.
Hope licked his lips. “I want to touch you.”
“Mmhmm…” Lightning’s hand on his face ran down to his mouth, and she played with his lip. “How?”
Hope looked down at her. All of you. Every inch of you. Every part of her body was sculpted to feminine perfection. His eyes fell on her breasts, heaving and flushed. “Your boobs.”
“A boob man, are we?” Lightning giggled. “Well, I’m busy… don’t let me stop you.”
She closed her eyes and turned her focus back to her own pleasure. Hope slowly lifted his hands, and hesitated a moment more, before taking hold of her breasts. Lightning cooed and arched into his hands. Hope ran his fingers along their curve, cupping them and squeezing them. He could feel her nipples pressing through the material and brushed his fingertips over them. He was rewarded with a sharp gasp. She likes that. He did it again, and this time got a moan. He kept doing it, the red bra visibly poking out in response to his actions.
As Lightning writhed and squirmed on his lap, Hope’s cock was practically bursting through his jeans to reach her ass. He desperately wanted release, but faced with the choice of continuing to touch Lightning or letting go to fulfil his own needs, he found the latter goal would wait. Lightning would not, as evidenced by the feverish motions of her hand under her panties. Her other hand was digging its nails into Hope’s neck, her face contorting in pleasure. The smell of roses and sweat filled his nose and Hope found himself intoxicated by it.
“Fuck!” She cried out and hissed. Hope felt her nails scratch his neck and winced, his hands stalling. When he moved them again, he pinched Lightning’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Lightning bucked so hard into the air she almost fell off him. When she came back down she had stopped moving. Her eyes opened and stared forward. Hope pulled his hands away, afraid he’d done something wrong.
“Lightning?” He whispered her name in case she was angry.
Lightning stood up and turned, hurriedly pushing her panties down her thighs. “Take your pants off.”
“Huh?”
“Take your fucking pants off!” Lightning glared at him, and Hope found the combination of fear and lust she had spoken off shooting through him anew. Her eyes were manic, sweat rolling down her face as she panted. She growled, seemingly in frustration, and grabbed his belt. Hope barely blinked before the leather was pulled out of the buckle and his zipper was yanked down. Lightning grabbed his collar and hauled him out of the chair, staring at his face. Hope swallowed nervously.
“Lightning…”
“Tell me to fuck you.” As she spoke, Lightning’s hands pushed Hope’s pants and underwear down to his ankles in one motion.
Hope gave her a confused look. “I thought, you—”
Lightning grabbed his collar to pull him closer, and screamed at him, “Tell me you want me to fuck you!”
Hope nodded. “I-I want you to fuck me.” He barely got the words out before Lightning kissed him, her tongue lunging into his open mouth. Her taste overwhelmed him, vanilla and strawberries on her lips and tongue. Hope stood there, letting her sweep her tongue through his mouth and lips mash against his. He began to bring his hands up to embrace her, when Lightning pulled away. She pushed him back into the chair and climbed on top of him.
“Fuck the fucking foreplay.” Lightning kissed him again and lifted herself off him, reaching down. Hope felt her take hold of his cock, and a moment later something warm and wet touched the head. He had a split second to realize what was happening before Lightning sat down on him, fully sheathing him inside her.
Hope groaned into her mouth. She was hot, unbelievable hot. Lightning wasted no time, grinding and bouncing against him. Her motions broke the kiss and she kept looking down at him, her lips curled back in a lustful grin. “Is this what you want? You want this pussy? You want to fuck me?” Hope just stared at her and nodded. Lightning was threw her head back, pink hair flying through the air. She rode him with wild abandon, pounding over him again and again.
The smell of roses, sweat and sex filled the air with the sounds of panting and slapping skin. Her breasts bounced in the confines of her bra and her hair was tossed about each time she came down. Hope had already been ready to let go just by her masturbating on him, and this feast for all five senses pushed him to his limit. He clenched his eyes shut. “Lightning! I-I’m gonna-ah!”
“No!” Lightning’s head snapped down and she snarled at him. “I didn’t say so. Not until I cum first!”
Hope cried out. “I-I can’t!”
“Shut up!” Lightning reached up to her chest and pulled the cups of her bra down. Hope began to speak, and she pulled his head down into her breasts. “Suck my tits and keep fucking me!”
Hope did as he was told as best he could, closing his lips around her hard nipple and suckling. His dick ached to let loose, and he tried to hold back, clamping down his self-control. Lightning grabbed his hands and pulled them down, slapping them to her ass. Hope took the hint and pulled her into the thrusts, making them harder and deeper. Over Hope’s head, Lightning gasped and clutched his hair, pulling.
“A bit more, Hope! Come on!” She pulled him back by the hair and gave him a sloppy kiss, her tongue lapping at the sides of his mouth. Hope’s hands on her ass clenched, and his eyes rolled back. He came with a muffled scream, his seed pumping into Lightning in thick spurts. Lightning growled at the feeling and pulled back to shove Hope’s head back into her breasts. Hope tongued her tit and gently bit it as she kept bouncing on top of him, and Lightning cried out, her body going stiff. She shuddered violently and then collapsed against him, her head against his shoulder.
Hope lay limp in the chair, his hands falling from Lightning’s rear to dangle at his sides. Sweat rolled down both their bodies, their chests heaving as they caught their breath. Lightning lifted her head and looked at him. Hope weakly smiled. “That… was just…—" He stopped as Lightning lightly slapped him on the cheek, and he noticed she was glared.
“I told you not to cum before me,” she whispered.
Hope’s eyes widened. “I-I’m sorry, I tried, but I couldn’t—"
Lightning cut him off with a short kiss. “I’ll let it go. This time.”
Hope nodded. “Okay. Thanks.”
Lightning stretched out, giving him a full few of her breasts again, and climbed off him. She walked to the sink and bent over to open the cupboard. Hope turned his head, getting a full view of her ass, and he wondered if she was doing this on purpose.
“Here.” Lightning emerged with a box of tissues and tossed them to Hope. “Clean yourself up. Those pants will make you regret otherwise on the way home.”
Hope looked down at his crotch. His now-limp dick was sticky, as was much of his groin and thighs. “Right.” He took a few tissues and wiped himself off. He saw Lightning move past him and glanced up. She retrieved her robe and pulled it on. “So… um…”
“You made me cum, which is more than some guys can say. Even if I did all the work, which is how I prefer it anyway.” She gave him a knowing look, and he responded with one of confusion. “You were gonna ask how good it was.” Hope gave a small nod and went back to cleaning himself. “You’ve got five minutes from when I go to get dressed and go out, or Cid’ll come for you.”
“Not a problem.” Hope stood and pulled his pants up, buckling his belt. He frowned and looked down at the floor. His wallet had fallen under the chair when Lightning had pulled them down, and he stooped to pick it up. “Here.” He opened the wallet and pulled out several bills.
“Fuck it.”
Hope looked up. “Huh?”
“Fuck the money.” Lightning came up to him and smiled. “You made it worth my time enough. Besides, I didn’t give you much choice in fucking me.”
Hope chuckled slightly. “Good point. Um, thanks. I guess.”
“You wanna thank me?” Lightning curled her arms over his neck and came closer. “The next time you come by, sit in the front row.”
“Done.” Hope nodded. Lightning kissed him deeply again. Her tongue stayed put this time, but somehow Hope found it sexier than any of her previous ones. When she was done, she pulled back softly and whispered against his lips.
“Good night, Hope.”
Hope turned his head and watched as she opened the door and stepped into the hall, aqua eyes staring back at him right up until the door clicked shut.
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