Laced In Leather, Against The Wall

***Thank you to MsDirector for editing this story***

She wiped a few wisps of blonde hair from her forehead as she looked around the busy shopping mall for her connection. Then she saw him, the faded blue jeans, plain white t-shirt and a burgundy college leather jacket. The blonde girl walked over fishing in her pocket for her money. She stood beside the college boy and looked around to see if anybody was watching them.

"You got the stuff?" She asked loud enough for the boy to hear her but nobody else.

He didn't respond but reached into his jacket pocket and as calmly as can be pulled out the little bag of cocaine, and at the same time Carly slipped him the money he slipped her the little bag. She put the bag in her pocket and walked away.

Carly Bettencourt lived in Dover, Massachusetts. She was twenty-four years old and lived with her parents and older sister in one of the richest zip codes in one of the richest cities in the USA. Her family was wealthy, her mother was an ophthalmologist and her father was CEO at an aerospace company. Her sister Lacey was two years older than her. Carly graduated from a community college and works as a waitress at an upscale restaurant but always had dreams of becoming an actress. She had been to several auditions but she never made the final call back. Carly was blonde and stood at five foot six, had light brown eyes and a 32C bust.

Because of the isolation she felt from her family she turned to the outside to find belonging. This also caused her to fall in with the wrong crowd. She knew it was probably not the best choice she made but she felt they treated her better than her own family, and in some instances they probably did.

"Hi honey where were you?" her mother called out as she entered the house

"Out," replied Carly, annoyed.

"With who?"

"Friends," Carly replied and hurriedly headed up the stairs.

Carly entered the washroom, closed and locked the door. She opened her extra compact mirror which she used for other purposes than what it was intended for. She put some of the cocaine she bought on the mirror, blocked her left nostril and snorted with her right through a cut straw. She then looked up in the mirror, turned on the cold water and rubbed her nose clean. She left the washroom and headed down the hall and stopped just before Lacey's room and listened in.

"Oh no way," she heard Lacey's voice, then a pause. "That is so cool," came her chipper voice again.

She walked on and looked in the open door of her bedroom and saw Lacey laying on her bed talking on her cell phone.

"Fucking bitch," Carly whispered to herself before going in her own room and closing the door behind her.

Carly needed to get out of the house tonight, she needed to let loose. After dinner she dressed in a beige low button blouse and black leather mini skirt and matching black leather jacket. She peeked in the living room and saw it was empty and quickly ran through it and exited out the door. Then put on her Michael Kors Chantal faux leather platform pumps, opened the door to her black 2023 Lexus LS 500 F Sport and headed downtown.

She parked her car in an above ground covered garage then headed to the street where she passed two of her street friends. José and Chi-Lan. They weren't dating but where you found one you usually found the other.

"José, José what's up bro?"

"Carwy," he responded with a slap hand greeting hand with his heavy Spanish accent, unable to pronounce the letter L.

José moved from Spain when he was twelve. He was one of the people who could get you what you wanted for a price of course, usually illegal or hard to find stuff. He was clean cut with tan skin and always wore his shirts almost completely unbuttoned weather permitting of course. His chest was bare Carly wondered if he shaved or was naturally that way.

"Carly, how's it going girlfriend?" Came Chi-Lan's voice and she passed Carly up a joint she and José were sharing.

"Hey Chi," Carly responded as she took a hit of the joint before passing it back.

Chi-Lan is quite possibly the cutest green haired Asian on the planet. She was born in the USA. Her grandparents were from Vietnam and fled to the USA just before the Vietnam War started in 1955. Chi-Lan was striking women at five foot five inches, her green hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. She was dressed in black jeans, tie-dyed t-shirt and a studded back leather jacket.

Carly continued down the sidewalk, her heels echoed on the sidewalk of the city street. The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and the faint hint of a distant rain. She peered down an alley where she thought she heard a sound. She saw the graffiti covered walls and the intermittent glow of a cigarette tip in the distance. Slowly she headed into the dark alley, only lit by an occasional flash of a neon sign. She could hear the faint sound of the song Mirrors by Natalia Kills coming from the club to her right. She came closer to the slim silhouette.

"Spare some change, love?" a voice as rough as gravel called out.

Carly's heart skipped a beat. She knew that voice, knew the girl it belonged to. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the alley, and the silhouette grew clearer, revealing the form of Jordan, a street girl who had become something of a local legend. Twenty-five years old, yet her beauty seemed to never age. People told stories of her, somewhat of an enigma, nobody really sure of what was true and false.

Jordan's eyes gleamed with a knowing glint that spoke of a thousand midnight secrets. Carly couldn't help but find her intriguing. Jordan leaned against the alley wall, a cigarette dangling from her lips, her denim jacket hung open showing her curves in a tight t-shirt and ripped black jeans. Her long brown hair hung freely, her brown eyes barely visible in darkness.

"Jordan," Carly whispered, a blend of surprise and relief. "It's been ages."

"Ain't that the truth," the street woman replied as she took a drag from her cigarette. "What brings the likes of you down here, Carly?" Jordan asked with a smirk on her full lips.

"Just... I needed some fresh air. Get out of the house, you know?"

Jordan stepped closer, the smell of smoke mixing with the distinct scent of her perfume.

"You always were full of shit when you were nervous," she said, her voice low and intimate. Then she threw the cigarette on the floor, stepped on it and crushed it. "Now why don't you tell me what you really want?"

The question hung in the air, thick and seductive, and Carly felt her body respond. A mix of fear, warmth, excitement and arousal. She licked her lips, tasting the sweetness of her own doubt. This was not foreign to her; she had been with both girls and guys and comfortable with both.

"I... I want to know your secrets," she breathed, the words slipping out before she could think of something better to say.

Jordan's smirk was now a full grin revealing some crooked teeth yet gleaming.

"You think I got secrets, huh?" Jordan responded "What makes you think that, love?"

The alley seemed to shrink around them, the world outside forgotten, sounds now silent. Carly stepped closer, drawn to Jordan by some force.

"I've seen the way you look at me," Carly said. "The way you've always looked at me. And people talk."

Jordan gazed at Carly, her eyes dark pools of challenge and promise.

"And what if I told you, I do have secrets?" she asked. "Would you be brave enough to hear them?"

The air grew thick and heavy. Carly nodded, her pulse raced.

"I'm brave enough," she whispered, but loud enough that Jordan heard her.

Jordan fingers reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair from Carly's face. Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Then come closer," Jordan said. "Much closer."

Carly found herself leaning in, her body moving on its own, she had no control over it. Jordan's breath was warm on her skin.

"I've got a secret that'll make you wetter than the streets after a summer storm," she whispered in a dark voice.

Carly's eyes softly closed as she felt Jordan's lips graze hers, feeling their softness. When Jordan kissed Carly, it was forceful and also loving in a way. Jordan's hands, always so sure and steady, found the zipper of Carly's leather jacket, pulling it open to reveal the expensive blouse beneath.

"I always loved your expensive taste babe," Jordan told her admiring the fancy blouse.

Jordan's tongue slipped out, and Carly followed suit. Carly could taste the whiskey on Jordan's tongue and still a slight smell of her cigarette. Her own hands were now wandering, tracing the lines of Jordan's body, feeling the firmness of her 36B breasts beneath the tight fabric of her t-shirt as their tongues intertwined. She could feel Jordan was not wearing a bra as she could feel her nipple instantly harden in the tight navy blue t-shirt she was wearing..

Jordan's hands slid down to Carly's waist, her hand and ran over the smooth leather and rested them on her butt and gave it a hard squeeze. With a deft movement, she lifted Carly's tight leather mini skirt. Jordan's fingernails grazed the bare flesh of Carly's thighs. Carly fell deeper and deeper under Jordan's spell. She could feel the wetness that had pooled in her panties.

"You're so eager, love," she murmured, feeling the soaked panties as she bit and tugged Carly's bottom lip. "But you've got to be patient if you want to hear my secrets."

Their bodies were pressed so close now, the heat of their passion grew. Carly's hips rolled against Jordan's, seeking the friction she craved. Jordan's hands moved higher, cupping her breasts. The world around them faded away, leaving only the pounding of their hearts and the ragged sounds of their breathing.

"You've got secrets too, don't you, Carly?" Jordan whispered, her breath hot against Carly's ear. "Tell me one of yours," she demanded, her voice a mix of seduction and command.

Carly's mind raced, searching for something she could share that would match the intensity of this moment. She was drawing a blank. Her hand found Jordan's belt and began unbuckling it then undid her buttons. Then, with trembling fingers she began working down the zipper of Jordan's jeans.

"I've... I've never wanted a woman like this before," she confessed, her voice a breathless whisper.

"That's a good start," she said, her hand sliding down to cup Carly's pussy. "But I want more."

She pushed her hand inside Carly's panties, her fingers finding her slick and wet. Carly's knees buckled, but Jordan held her firmly, her other hand sliding around to the small of her back.

"Now, tell me another secret," she purred.

Carly's head fell back, and she let out a gasp that was almost a moan.

"I... I've always wanted you to touch me like this," she admitted. "Always."

Jordan beamed with victory, but she didn't relent.

"And now that I am," she said, her voice a soft growl, "What do you feel?"

Carly's heart raced and her eyes shut tight, her mind raced with thoughts.

"I feel... Alive," she managed, her voice tight with need. "More alive than I've ever felt before."

Jordan leaned in to claim her mouth once more, her hand working its magic between Carly's legs.

"That's just the beginning, love," she whispered. "The secrets I have... They'll make you feel sensations you've never dared dream of."

Jordan's hand worked its way under Carly's blouse, her fingers teased her stomach before finding the hardened nipple beneath Carly's thin, silky bra. She rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, the sensation shot through Carly's entire body. Jordan quickly removed Carly's leather jacket and then undid the few buttons of her blouse leaving her in just a silk bra. Jordan then reached behind Carly and unfastened her bra and let it fall. Carly was so turned on she didn't even care that her expensive clothes were now on the dirty ground of the alley.

"Tell me," Jordan whispered, "have you ever been fucked against a dirty alley wall?"

She had never been one for public displays of affection, let alone the raw, primal act Jordan was doing. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought.

"No," she murmured with a tremble of excitement.

"Then it's about time," Jordan replied.

She pushed Carly against the graffiti covered brick wall.

"Spread your legs," she ordered.

Carly quickly obeyed, her heart she felt was almost beating through her chest. The roughness of the wall scraped against her skin. Jordan stepped back, her eyes roaming over Carly's topless body and her leather skirt bunched up around her waist.

"You're so beautiful," Jordan moaned with admiration. "So fucking perfect."

Then she dropped to her knees, her hands gripped Carly's thighs, she started in awe at the sight before her. She tugged Carly's panties aside, revealing the wet lips of her pussy. Jordan buried her face between Carly's legs, her tongue pushed deep inside her to taste her sweetness. The passion was unlike anything she had ever felt, a combination of pleasure and pain that fogged her mind and her ability to think. Jordan's tongue was going crazy, licking, teasing and tasting every inch of her.

Their semi-public location was forgotten, the sound of the city street had been muted. The only sounds audible were their ragged breaths, the noises of Jordan's mouth on her box, and the sound of their shoes on the asphalt ground. Carly's legs began to tremble as Jordan's tongue found her clit, flicking it with expert precision.

"Jordan," Carly moaned, her voice desperate and pleading. "Don't stop."

"Oh, I've got no plans to stop," the street girl sneered before sucking her clit hard and lashing with her tongue.

Carly's orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Her knees buckled, but Jordan's arms held her up, her tongue never leaving her slit. The walls of the alley seemed to close in as Carly's body spasmed over and over. Her nectar spurted into Jordan's open waiting mouth and all over her face.

"Yes, oh my gosh, ohhhhhhhhhh yes," she cried out, not caring if anybody else heard her.

Jordan finally pulled back, and looked up at Carly, her face glistening with Carly's juices, Carly looked down at her not believing what had just happened. Panting, Carly leaned heavily against the wall, her eyes locked on the woman before her.

"Thank you Jordan," Carly said, still panting. "I needed that."