I Will Never Forgive You Ch. 12

Haley Jones was not the kind of person one would ask to take care of their turtles... And yet, here she was: Feeding a crazy bitches turtles.

It was meant to be only for one week.

She just needed to visit them- in what Beverly called her 'small apartment', which could fit Haylee's very own three times over- every other day to get them some grub. Easy peasy... She did not especially like Beverly, but the woman ate her pussy more than once and Haylee saw her life get shattered to pieces, so... Why not?

It's been four weeks and Beverly was still out there, cosplaying as a trucker. So the turtle feeder got promoted to a turtle houser... Which meant having to buy a whole bunch of shit Haylee did not want to have. At least the crazy bitch was paying for it all. Haylee took one look at the list and just called Stella.

She figured that her friend was doing well enough to deal with Beverly's shit second hand... Plus they were Stella's turtles at some point- it felt spiritually right.

So, here they were, in Haylee's apartment, struggling to set up a forty gallon terrarium which took too much of whatever little space Haylee already did not have. Every step of the way Haylee asked herself: how did her life become this? Why did she see a forty year old woman looking back at her in the mirror?

Vividly, she remembered being twenty, broke, hating her mother and quite certain she'll be dead by twenty seven. All the cool people died by twenty seven. Now she was forty, had a fucking mortage, achy lower back and she met with her mom every other week for lunch and gossip.

She loved lunch and gossip.

What the fuck happened?

"Ok, so... The little castle... Goes here? Is that enough enrichment?" Stella knelt next to the tank murmuring to herself. "I think we need more rocks..."

"I think you need a grippy sock vacation if you think I'm going back to the pet store," Haylee said. "We got enough rocks."

If Stella heard her, she did not show it in any way. She rooted around in the pet store bag and fished out a little bag of sand. "We have to wash the sand... How do you wash sand? We should have bought pre-washed. I told you..."

And so on and so forth.

Part of Haylee wanted to scream, part wanted to laugh, but for the most part she was happy to see her friend doing better. Her heart hurt when she remembered the way Stella looked on New Years. How small she seemed in her kitchen amongst the rotting food and unwashed plates perched in the spot furthest away from the balcony.

Haylee pretended to do something on her phone as she observed Stella. She looked good, especially since she'd gained some weight in the three months since New Years. Which at first worried Haylee, but when she brought it up to Stella one evening at the bar, the woman surprised her.

"It's ok if I get a bit fat... Right?" She asked instead of doing her usual avoidance routine.

Haylee made sure to sound casual as she answered. "Yeah. I think you look good. I'm just checking in."

When Stella returned to stacking chairs Haylee was sure that this was it for the conversation. But soon, Stella stopped and asked quietly. "Really? Is it... Is it really ok? Do I really look... Acceptable?"

Haylee knew that she had to be measured in her response, but then she found herself running at the big lug to hug her from behind. The woman tried to fight her off as Haylee laughed into her back. "You look hot! Gimme them titties! Come on! I want them big fat hot titties!"

She did not let up until Stella put her in a head lock that almost made her pass out. But she was laughing all the while, so it was probably ok. Since then, Stella had steadily gained a bit more weight, and Haylee was sure to remark on how good she looked every chance she got.

It was a good thing the woman really did look great like this, because Haylee was a shit liar.

Haylee's phone buzzed in her pocket. Beverly sent her another photo. She tensed up, and made sure to angle the phone away from Stella, but this time it was just her standing in some loading bay next to a loaded pallet. Haylee did a double take- Beverly was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. They looked fancy as hell, but still... Jeans and t-shirt.

'Tuna ain't gonna deliver itself' the caption read.

Every once in a while Beverly sent Haylee photos from her trip. Mostly truck stops, restaurants and pretty landscapes. Haylee had no idea what the woman was doing out there at first, but she understood when Beverly sent her a different kind of photo two weeks ago. Her, looking like a Christian housewife blowup doll, sitting on a bench in some forested rest stop area with a rather beefy looking older woman's arm around her shoulders.

'U two look hot together. Sex must be crazy' Haylee texted back before she remembered that she did not want to get more involved with the crazy.

The crazy sent back another image. The location changed to behind the rest stop, with Beverly's back pressed against the wall, her coat opened and top pulled up revealing that she was not wearing a bra... Not that Haylee could see much of her breasts, considering the two large hands digging into them.

'Very cozy,' the caption read.

At that point, Haylee understood that she should have walked away from the exchange. The relationship between Beverly and Stella, whatever it was, did not need to get complicated by Haylee sexting one of them behind the other's back. She tried to be a good friend to Stella, who did not need all that in her life right now.

Eh, fuck it. She sent a text back. 'Very nice but she needs to get fingered'

A few minutes later- by which point Haylee's hand was already firmly in her pants- she got a response. A short video, which she later saved in a secret folder on her computer, just in case Stella ever had to use her phone.

The gals had yet to move from their spot behind the rest stop. Beverly was pressed against the wall by one large arm pawing at her breast; the other hand buried in her pants, moving in a way that Haylee knew very well. Beverly was getting fingered, and she looked to be loving it.

"Hold the phone steady, toy..." A husky voice came from outside of the shot.

"Yes ma'am," Beverly whispered, before glancing around.

The older woman leaned into the shot, she was grinning, her face flushed. "Nobody's here... You can let go."

Beverly bit her lip and nodded eagerly, before visibly surrendering herself to the other woman's hands. The older woman picked up the pace. Haylee could not see it, but she could tell her fingers were digging in deep, hooking around her entrance and pushing into Beverly's g-spot.

Beverly came without a sound, but with a painfully cute furrow between her eyebrows. The camera swung wildly, but Haylee could still see the moment the woman lost it. The look of utter abandonment on her flushed face was enough to bring Haylee over the edge as well. The guiltiest orgasm she'd had in a while.

"Now... What do you say, toy?"

"Thank you ma'am..." Beverly spoke softly. "And... Thank you Haylee."

The video ended there. Haylee was not quite sure what Beverly was thanking her for, but she sure felt appreciated in the moment. Maybe that's why she took off her pants and took a quick photo of her fingers, still inside her vagina and sent it off to Beverly with a caption reading. 'Thank you Beverly and Big Lady'

She did not get a response that day, which was all well and good. After she cleaned herself off the guilt caught up to her. One thing never changed in the end. She did stupid shit when she got horny... Oh well, at least she had fun. And so far, most of the time, the consequences were worth it.

The consequence of their little text exchange came two days later, when she awoke to a video of Beverly getting absolutely obliterated. The video was dark, set in what Haylee assumed was the cabin of the truck. The two women were naked and sweaty; they've obviously been at it for a while.

Beverly was face down, on all fours, barely holding on to the bed, as the larger woman was pounding her without mercy with a large strap-on, slapping her ass hard every couple of thrusts. Her huge breasts swaying with each one, belly brushing against Beverly's ass- her very red ass. Hand prints upon hand prints scattered all over her cheeks and backs of her thighs.

"Say your piece, toy!"

Beverly mumbled something incoherent into the bed, which made the older woman laugh. She reached over and yanked Beverly's head up by her hair. The woman groaned and hurried to raise herself up on her forearms. Her face was a mess- running makeup, wetness that could either be drool or pussy juice and even more handprints.

"God! I- Haylee!" Beverly moaned, "I have- I have to tell you- I- I can't!"

The large woman twisted her hand in Beverly's hair, making her cry out. Then she said, not unkindly. "Say it, toy... You know you want to..."

Beverly steeled herself and looked into the camera, beside herself with pleasure. "I- I disobeyed my mistress and- and- ate her chocolate pudding- God!" She grit her teeth for a moment, Haylee's pussy flooded when she realised that the woman was coming. "I was disobedient! I'm sorry!" She cried over and over again, until it became an incoherent moan, at which point the older woman let her fall back down to the bed and winked at the camera.

After that the video finished, and so did Haylee. Then, as she was laying in her bed wondering about becoming a trucker herself, she noticed the caption to the video.

'I am sorry for this. Jolene made me send it. You can ignore it if you want to.'

Jolene... Haylee decided that she should meet this Jolene one day. She felt that they would have a lot to talk about. She fought with herself for all of five seconds before she turned her camera on and recorded round two of her appreciation for Beverly's and Jolene's cinematic achievements. She sent it off without comment.

That was eleven days ago. Since then, Haylee had received six videos from the pair, and sent back five herself. Maybe if she was getting laid she would have been smarter about this, but Gloria had ghosted her after the whole debacle and she did not really want to pick up women at her own bar, which was where she spent most of her time.

"Hey! You in there?" Stella raised her voice, seemingly not for the first time. "Turtles are not gonna house themselves."

"Actually, most do that." Haylee said, hoping Stella missed her blush. "In nature, I mean."

"Whatever. Where's the thing- the thing- the lamp?"

Haylee forced herself back to the present.

The turtles were not gonna house themselves.

---

Haylee missed Gloria.

On some level she understood why the woman ghosted her- she was trying to rebuild her life and Haylee kind of, sort of, put her on the path of destruction. Gloria happily walked every step with her, but still.

It was not the first time this happened to Haylee. Affairs with married women tended to end in either a quiet goodbye, a total flame out or, the most awkward: the woman showing up on her doorstep with a suitcase professing her love for Haylee.

Gloria politely asking Haylee to not contact her again was the best this could have ended... So why did she still feel so bummed out about it even four months later? Haylee should have been going out there, trying to get over the woman, by getting under another woman... But that would imply that there was something to get over.

What happened to her life?

One time, in her early twenties, Haylee had a fifty year old married woman do coke off her tit, in the back of her car, while talking about how well her grandson was doing in pre school. Now Haylee was trailing behind the health inspector as he checked off boxes on his little chart, worried if the vents in the storage room were properly cleaned.

They were. She checked.

Her skin itched as the man handed her the report. Everything was in order. Haylee had never passed a test on her first try in her entire life. She had to retake the finals in the bartending school thrice for fucks sake.

Every day she woke up amazed that the bank even lent her the money for the bar. She applied on impulse fully expecting to be rejected. And now, here she was.

She bet Gloria passed every test she ever took. Haylee stood in the bar's storage room clutching the god damned report as she tried to imagine the woman in college. Dressed all preppy, hunting for a husband, trying to check off all the boxes.

Alright that's enough of that; she is picking a woman up tonight. Time to shit where she ate, this was getting to be ridiculous.

She was pining for an accountant.

Her phone chimed. She hoped for another Beverly feature film (it would be number thirteen. Boy, that woman liked being on camera), but was surprised to see Gloria's name.

She was calling her.

Haylee hesitated before answering, which pissed her off. "Hello? Cleanest bar in the world? This is the proprietor speaking?"

Gloria responded by breathing softly and saying nothing. Haylee waited, but no words came.

"Did you miss me so much it took your breath away?"

Nothing.

"I missed you."

Gloria hung up the phone.

Haylee took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. A middle aged woman such as herself, a responsible business owner and an all around reasonable woman would do best to ignore such a call. It could have been an ass dial... Or more likely Gloria had a moment of weakness.

She needed to leave the woman alone to pick up the pieces of her life.

---

Gloria's new office looked fancy enough for Haylee. Before their 'break up' the woman complained that she would have to lower her expectations going forward. Haylee looked at the modern looking backlit wooden paneling scattered around the beige walls and the sleek furniture as wondered about the woman's standards.

Eh, she fucked Haylee for months, she wasn't that fancy.

"Heeey there, I have an appointment... Corinne Lingus"

The pretty lady behind the reception desk told her to go in right ahead, Ms. Dean was waiting for her, and that she was her last appointment for the day. Haylee thanked her and shot her a wink, which the woman did not acknowledge in any way.

She took a deep breath before the door to Gloria's office. She smoothed out her clothes and tried to remember why she thought that this was a good idea at some point. She knocked before she pussied out.

"Come in," Gloria called from within. Hearing her voice for the first time in months did something to Haylee's gut she had not felt in years when it came to women.

She felt nervous.

Still, it was too late to turn back, so she pushed the door open. Gloria was sitting behind a mahogany desk that probably cost about as much as the bar, clacking away at a laptop, not looking at her. Haylee locked the door behind her, then latched it.

Gloria still hasn't looked up, but held her finger up. "I'm sorry, a last minute e-mail. Sit down please."

She looked good, but Haylee could see the cracks. Her hair did not have the shine it used to, her clothes- a disgustingly sensible beige pantssuit- were just about too large for her slender frame. She still had the wedding ring on her finger, although it looked too large. Did she lose weight? Haylee was not sure if she wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her, or hold her.

"There-" Gloria closed her laptop with a snap. "Ms. Lingus how can I-" Her eyes bulged out when she saw Haylee.

Haylee knew she had to choose her words carefully. "Hey, I was looking for an accountant I could bend over my knee and finger until she forgot her name."

Gloria flushed deep red, her eyes raking over Haylee's outfit with such immediate hunger that she felt her own body respond. Then, shutters came over Gloria's eyes and she let her head hang down.

"Haylee... You can't be here..."

"I do have an appointment."

Gloria laughed bitterly. "Corinne Lingus... Connie Lingus... Cunnilingus..."

"I know that you value your privacy..." Haylee began, then faltered. Now what?

Haylee took a step towards the desk "You called me."

"I..." Gloria was still not looking at her. "I should not have done that."

Haylee took another few steps. "I was happy that you did. Very happy."

Gloria said nothing to that but covered her face with her hands, so Haylee sat on the edge of the desk, still far away but close enough to smell her. Paper and hand cream.

"I used a fake name, and I disguised myself... Nobody will know that I was here."

Gloria peeked one eye through her fingers and looked at Haylee again. Haylee wore a sensible, long sleeved dark grey suit, with a matching skirt that reached just over her knees, dark stockings and reasonable high heels. Her hair was braided tightly and twisted into a modest updo.

She filed all her nails to be even used a shitload of concealer to hide her neck tattoo. She looked nothing like herself. Just a nice and clean black business owner looking to talk to her accountant.

Even with only one eye visible, Haylee could tell that the woman liked the new look, despite herself. Gloria let her hands fall and sat up straighter. "I... Missed you too... But you still can't just show up like this."

Haylee slowly walked around the desk to reach Gloria. The woman's eyes widened for a moment, but she said nothing. Her knuckles were white on the armrests of her leather chair.

"You called me," Haylee said, "I just came here to make sure that you're ok."

"No-" Gloria swallowed hard. "That's not why you're here."

Haylee sat on the desk in front of Gloria who was trying, and failing, to look anywhere but at her legs. She seemed to like the stockings very much... Haylee would treasure the knowledge.

"Then tell me Gloria... Why am I here?" She crossed her legs and leaned back on her arms, letting her breasts strain against her white blouse.

"You- You think I'll let you..." Gloria trailed off, her eyes glued to Haylee's breasts. "Haylee please... I'm trying to- to- to fix everything..."

She sounded so miserable, that Haylee almost stopped the whole thing. She did not want to torture Gloria, she wanted to- what? Why was she here again? Because she was horny?

"How's that going?"

Gloria closed her eyes and sighed. "It's going... Robert is still stubbornly refusing couple's therapy..."

Haylee thought that getting divorced was a clear sign as any that that ship had sailed, but she did not say it.

"The new firm is going well," Gloria waved her hand around the office. "I had to step down as far as the clientele goes, but... I suppose it's good not having to deal with some of the ego's. The people I work with now don't know about the- the infidelity... Or don't care."

Haylee nodded, as if she understood.

"The kids..." Gloria finally smiled. "We went bowling last week... They're still mad, but... We had the 'Mother is bisexual and made a mistake' talk. That was a riot..."

Mistake. That hurt. Why did it hurt? Haylee felt a strong urge to move, to do something, anything, so she put one of her feet in Gloria's lap, the heel poked the woman slightly in the belly. Gloria gasped, but did not remove her foot. She looked at it as if it was both a snake and something precious.

Silence stretched.

It was broken by Gloria's long tired sigh. She looked up at Haylee, her eyes most tired she'd seen on the woman, before she let one of her hands touch Haylee's foot.

The touch was tender and hesitant at first, the fingers trailed over the ankle, then higher up over the shin. Gloria sighed again, before growing more bold and grabbing the calf greedily. She moved her hand up and down, enjoying the softness.

"God..." Gloria whispered. "I am really weak..."

"Me too... I could not stay away." Haylee shrugged. "I'm sorry."

"Really?" A ghost of a real smile appeared on Gloria's lips. "Couldn't?"

"Well, I did not try really hard."

Gloria chuckled and dug her nails into Haylee's calf. The sensation shot an electric current up her spine. God, she wanted to fuck this woman.

"Tell me to leave and I will," she said instead. "I don't want to be... A problem."

Gloria laughed again, the sound slightly mad. "Too late."

"Sorry."

"No... You are not."

True. Either way it seemed like a silly point to argue now. Instead she extricated her foot and knelt in front of the chair. An actual smile blessed Gloria's lips when Haylee gently prodded her legs apart and began unbuckling her belt.

"O-oh... Haylee..." She gasped. "Do you have any idea how often I thought about this?"

"I can venture a guess..." Haylee said as she unbuttoned her slacks, before pulling at them; Gloria helped her by raising her hips. Painfully sensible beige panties welcomed Haylee. She kissed the spot over Gloria's clit and enjoyed the woman groaning at the contact.

"Wait!" Gloria huffed out. Haylee's stomach dropped, but then the woman pressed a button on her desk and spoke into it. "Tina, you can leave for today... I'll close the office down on my own."

"Oh? Are you sure Ms-"

"Yes. This is going to take a while and I don't want to keep you. I know your fiancee is waiting for you at home." Gloria said, in a great impression of a woman who was not about to have her pussy ate.

"Thank you! I'll be off then... You have a nice evening Ms. Dean."

They waited, in silence, until a distinct ding of an elevator door closing could be heard. After which Gloria visibly relaxed and put her hand into Haylee's hair. "I like the new look..."

Haylee kissed a way up her thigh, from the knee towards her center. "I thought you would." She pressed her tongue against the middle of Gloria's panties and dragged it up. "I was trying for a sexy secretary."

"Oh God!" Gloria cried, then caught herself and lowered her voice. "You- You did well." She hooked her fingers into her panties and rolled them down her thighs. "Does that mean that you... Work for me?"

Haylee sat back and waited for Gloria to extricate herself from her panties. "Of course Ms. Dean..."

"I thought that 'you always come first' was rule number one?"

"I can make an exception... Today I am here to serve..."

Gloria's eyes lit with a fire Haylee had only seen once before- during that disastrous evening back in October, as she fucked Beverly with a strap-on. Up till that point Haylee was pretty sure the woman was a total sub. She was wrong.

"Well then, Ms. Lingus..." Gloria winced, "Wait, no, I am not calling you that... Ms. Jones, I think you should- you should-" She wavered, reaching for the right word.

Haylee was ever so helpful. "Would you like me to eat your pussy until you come in my mouth? Ms. Dean?"

"Yes! That would be-" Gloria began, then moaned obscenely when Haylee's mouth wrapped around her pussy.

It has been months since she'd had this woman- or any other for that matter- and Haylee was not about to go slow. She sucked on Gloria's clit hard making the woman shudder and groan, before pushing a finger inside her. She was well on her way to dripping wet, so Haylee had no trouble working the finger in and out, dragging it across all the spots she knew made the woman go crazy.

"Haylee- God! Wait- Haylee!" Gloria cried, before she bit on her sleeve. Haylee took it as an invitation to keep going. She slid another finger inside, while sucking the woman's clit into her mouth. Gloria began bucking her hips wildly, so Haylee used her free arm to hold her in place.

With her target secured, she could really get to work. Another finger joined the first two, making Gloria squirm something fierce. Haylee stopped sucking on the clit and began using her tongue to press it up, making it slide between the tongue and the roof of her mouth- a move that never failed to make Gloria lose her mind.

"Fuck!" Gloria groaned into her sleeve, her other hand digging into Haylee's hair. "Yes! Yes!"

Knowing what was coming, Haylee angled her fingers and hooked them up into the woman's g-spot. Gloria responded by moaning throatily and grinding her hips into Haylee's mouth. Her orgasm was quiet and desperate- muffled almost entirely by the sleeve- but still intense. A great length of time marked by trembling and needy whimpers.

Haylee was sure to keep up her mouth and fingers, only easing off when Gloria slackened onto the chair. She kissed the clit gently before raising and leaning over Gloria. The woman looked flushed and satisfied, like she hadn't been fucked this well in months.

Haylee could relate.

She took hold of Gloria's chin and raised it. Gloria made a small sound of surprise at the kiss, before surrendering to Haylee's mouth. They kissed for a long time- until Haylee could not longer taste Gloria on her tongue.

Gloria groaned a bit when they separated. Haylee stepped back and reached into her purse and paused with her hand wrapped around her prize. It was a bit much, but... Oh what the hell, she'd come this far, it was too late to retreat now. Gloria's eyes shone when she saw the strap-on. She swallowed hard and tried, in vain, to get herself together after her orgasm pulled her apart.

"Haylee- I don't know if I can..." She eyed the toy then bit her lip. "I have a dinner meeting later... If you use that on me I'll just fall apart-"

"It's not for you..." Haylee said as she knelt in front of Gloria again and began buckling her in. "I thought you might enjoy being on the other end..."

Gloria stared at the toy on her hips with a look of a woman who was just offered a winning lottery ticket, but did not quite believe it. Haylee sat on the desk in front of her and rolled up her skirt to reveal that she did not, in fact, wear any underwear. She dragged two fingers through her wet pussy lips as she spread her legs.

"Would you like to have me? Ms. Dean?" She asked, as she leaned back on her arms.

Gloria was on her feet before Haylee could finish the sentence. The toy swung around as she stepped towards Haylee and lined herself up with her hips. She put her hands on Haylee's thighs then slowly, greedily dragged them up over her skirt and blouse, towards her breasts.

"Wow..." Gloria whispered. "You are... An excellent employee... And you're all mine."

"Thanks boss," Haylee laughed and reached up to touch Gloria's cheek. The woman leaned into the touch and looked into her eyes. There was want there, and a certain level of madness. Haylee realised in that moment why she liked Gloria so much- why she insisted on seducing her that day in the bar.

There was something crazy inside Gloria. Somewhere deep beneath the shell of a mundane accountant there was a hunger and willingness to risk it all, to hell with consequences.

"This is highly unethical, Ms. Dean," Haylee said and wiggled her hips.

Gloria grinned down at her. "I don't care." Then, she reached down and lined up the dildo with Haylee's opening. She looked into Haylee's eyes as she pushed in. "I want you."

It's been a while since Haylee let anybody penetrate her. She liked it for special occasions, but it had never quite made her feel as good as topping. When she felt Gloria push inside, she felt a shiver run the entire length of her body, before settling somewhere in her belly. She looked up into the woman's eyes, and found them wide with arousal.

She made her like this. She took this proper woman and carved this creature out of her. Haylee laughed and grabbed Gloria's lapels, bringing the woman closer. They kissed again, as Gloria worked the toy into Haylee with slow deep thrusts.

Too slow, for Haylee's liking. She found, to her surprise that today she wanted to get fucked.

"Ms. Dean..." She whispered into Haylee's mouth. "You can fuck me harder. I won't break."

"Oh? Oh- yes. I'm sorry-" Gloria gasped as she picked up speed. "Like this?"

"That's better," Haylee said and greatly enjoyed how eager to please Gloria looked. It made her want to grab her by the hair and make her squirm. So that's exactly what she did.

Gloria groaned, but did not complain. She closed her eyes and sped up; began driving into Haylee with proper strength. It felt good- no, it felt amazing. Between Gloria's flushed eager face, and the desperation with which she drove into her, Haylee could taste the edges of her orgasm.

"Don't stop Ms. Dean," Haylee said and let go of Gloria's hair and let her hand roam down past her pussy, to the toy fucking her. She trailed her fingers over it, letting them soak in her own juices.

Gloria moaned when Haylee pressed her wet fingers against her mouth and waited. "I- I thought I was in charge-"

"You are..." Haylee rasped. "Don't you want a taste?"

"I- Fuck!" Gloria whimpered before opening her mouth and sucking on Haylee's fingers, the intensity of her hips slamming into Haylee rose another notch.

Haylee let Gloria lick her fingers clean, then kiss her hand, their eyes never separating for a second. God, the woman was beautiful like this- a wild creature taking what she wanted. Haylee wanted to give her more and more; feed her until she was fully grown.

Haylee grabbed the sides of her blouse and pulled. The snap buttons shot open, revealing her bra- thank fuck it was a front buckle! She undid it with shaking hands, the orgasm so close she could barely think, and arched her back.

Gloria moaned and fell upon her breasts, her mouth sucking on Haylee's left nipple deeply. Haylee grabbed the back of her head and pressed her down.

"Yes! Fuck! Keep fucking me!" She cried. She was so close! "Gloria! Keep-"

A hand fell over Haylee's mouth, muffling her screams, which only made her want to make more noise. She groaned and bucked under Gloria as she fucked her with abandon. The woman spat her nipple out for a second to say: "Quiet!" Before going back to kissing and sucking Haylee's breasts.

The sight of her little sub getting this bold drove Haylee over the edge. She screamed into Haylee's hand and wrapped her heels around her ass as the orgasm rocked through her. Each thrust of the toy inside her driving a new hot explosion of pleasure.

When she came to, Gloria was still driving into her with great force- a bit too much force for Haylee's post-orgasm pussy. She was about to say something when she felt Gloria shudder and stiffen. She smiled and whispered into the woman's ear. "That's right... Come for me... I loved how you fucked me..."

Gloria groaned something incoherent, before tensing one last time and slacking. Her warm body fell on top of Haylee, her hands reached for her hair, twining into it. She looked absolutely spent.

Haylee was never much for topping from the bottom, but... This was not half bad. She wondered about all the new options this opened for her as a dom. She could train Gloria to fuck her exactly how she liked it... It could be a reward! She could work the woman over, get her to do anything with a promise of letting her top.

She grinned thinking of the future. The two of them would have so much... Fun... In the... Future...

Shit.

Haylee laid there, her mind suddenly numb, simply enjoying the feeling of the woman's body on top of her. She always tried to be honest with herself. She was kind of a selfish ass... She always did what she wanted and moved on past the hurt it caused.

She knew that it was wrong, but long ago she decided that if she was open about it up front, it was not her fault if other people got hurt. She was honest about what she was.

So, now, she decided to be honest with herself.

She liked Gloria... More than she liked any other woman before. Maybe even more than Stella? Stella was her best friend, but romantically they've never clicked. But her and Gloria?

She could see it. This thing between them did not need to have an expiration date...

All at once Haylee felt something worming in her gut. She was terrible at relationships. She knew she was charming and hot and all that- good at sex, but... The day to day shit? She had no idea how to do it.

She made herself breathe through her mouth. Calm down bitch! You're just feeling yourself because you haven't gotten laid in a while. Don't make a fool out of yourself... Just wait and see.

"Jesus Christ... Haylee..." Gloria murmured into her breasts. "I really... Needed that..."

"Me too."

Gloria rose up on her forearms and looked into Haylee's eyes. God, she was so pretty... Haylee swallowed hard. She was in trouble.

Gloria extricated herself out of Haylee and took the harness off. It looked so ridiculous on her fancy desk that Haylee wanted to snap a picture and send it to Beverly, but she stopped herself. That would raise some questions.

The anxiety churned in her gut. She did not like lying to people. What she was doing with Beverly behind Stella's back was already enough.

"Heeey... So I've been sexting Beverly a lot." Haylee said before she could talk herself out of it.

Gloria froze mid putting pants on. "What?"

"She sends me videos of... Well... Her and Jolene fucking. I send videos of me jerking it..." When Gloria did not respond in any way, Haylee added. "It's hot?"

The woman's mouth tightened into a line as she shimmied into her pants. "Jo-Jolene? She's with somebody?"

The woman's mouth tightened into a line as she shimmied into her pants. "Jo-Jolene? She's with somebody?"

"You did not know?"

Gloria turned away from her to button her pants. "We... Have not talked much as of late..."

Looks like Beverly was another victim of the Gloria-is-going-to-get-her-husband-back initiative. Haylee decided to withhold her thoughts. Gloria kept fiddling with her belt.

"But... She's alright?" Gloria asked after a moment of silence.

"She seems pretty happy in the videos," Haylee laughed. "But I don't know... She'd been living in a truck for a couple of months now. Either she's having a nervous breakdown or a character arc. I don't know."

"What? In a truck?" Gloria spun around to face her. "What?"

Haylee fished her phone out of her pocket and showed Gloria the most recent jeans-and-t-shirt photo. "She'd been driving around the country with some trucker lady she met. You did not know?"

Gloria stared at the photo like it was an unknowable ancient artefact from the dawn of mankind's history. "She sent me a photo of her standing next to a truck a couple of months ago, but I had no idea what it meant..." Gloria looked like she wanted to add more, but instead she scowled and turned away. "Either way... Good for her."

"You don't care?"

Gloria looked away. "I can't. I- Let's get out of here. I have a- a dinner to go to... My- My mother in law. Former." Then, she walked past Haylee, collecting some things from her office along the way and stood by the door, waiting for her.

Haylee sighed and collected her ass to join Gloria. The last hour went better than it had any right to, but not as well as Haylee hoped for. An enthusiastic 'let's do it again! would be nice. Or even 'call me'...

Or maybe a 'forget my husband, be my girlfriend'- Woah, hey now. Let's not get too hasty. Haylee decided to go home and get seriously drunk before she tried to unpack all that. She did not need to make this thing with Gloria even more confused that it needed to be.

Gloria appraised Haylee, apparently finding it non-suspicious enough to pass whatever criteria the woman had, before unlocking the door and pushing through it. She froze on the other side, her head snapping to the right.

"Oh! Tina!" She said, her voice reedy thin. "I thought you'd left for the day?"

A slightly nervous voice answered her. "Oh- I'm sorry- I was just- I left my phone and had to come back." A throat was cleared. "I'll be going now. Good bye Ms. Dean... Ms- Uh... Ms. Lingus."

Gloria stood frozen, one hand on the doorknob, as the sound of an elevator door opening and closing filled the terrible silence. When the coast was clear the woman stumbled out of the room and leaned her forehead on the wall. Haylee wanted to hug her, but knew better than to try.

"I'm sure she did not hear anyth-"

"Don't come here again." Gloria said, flatly, her voice devoid of any previous warmth. "I can't- I can't go through this again. I can't."

"You're divorced... It's not a crime to have sex in your office, you know..." Haylee said. "I think."

Gloria stayed quiet for a long, long time, so long that Haylee wondered if she should just walk away. When she spoke her voice was anguished. "I love my husband... I will get him back."

The anxiety spiking in Haylee begged her to say something, anything to change her mind, but she had no idea what. And besides... Maybe it was for the better. What was she gonna do? Date this woman? Marry her?

"Goodbye Gloria... I hope it works out for you." Haylee said and left.

---

Beverly sent her another video.

This one filmed, of all places, in what looked like a McDonald's handicapped bathroom, judging by a huge 'I AM LOVING IT' sign plastered all over the wall.

The video started with a POV shot of Beverly on her knees, sucking on a large black strap-on.

"That's right toy... Get it all wet for me," Jolene said, and Beverly nodded happily.

Beverly was wearing a pink trucker hat for some god forsaken reason and looking up at the camera through thick rimmed glasses. Was she wearing a disguise?!

"That's enough toy..." Jolene said.

Beverly must not have heard her, because she kept throating the dildo. Jolene slapped her on the face, making the woman moan. "That's enough. Bend over the sink and show me your ass."

"Yes ma'am!" Beverly said with such eagerness that Haylee's mouth watered, then she bent over and shimmied out of her jeans, showing off a cleanly shaved pussy and ass. Haylee had a pretty good idea where this cinematic masterpiece was going.

She realised, with great relish, that she was very wrong when Jolene produced a small bottle of lube and proceeded to rub it all over the dildo, and then over Beverly's asshole with her finger, before pushing the thick toy against the woman's anus.

"Are you ready?" Jolene asked.

Beverly looked at the camera in the bathroom mirror with a look of such utter arousal, that Haylee cursed her life for not being in that bathroom right then and there. "Yes... Please! Ma'am!"

She was rewarded with Jolene pushing the toy inside her with a few strong thrusts, as if she did it every day. Beverly's knees buckled but she kept standing, as the woman began fucking her.

Haylee sighed, then reached into her pants. She promised herself that she would not masturbate to Beverly's videos any longer, for the sake of her friendship with Stella but, come on.

Beverly was getting ass fucked in a McDonald's bathroom for pete's sake. A girl can only be so strong!

She was almost done when Stella walked into the storeroom with a crate of beer. She jumped a bit at seeing Haylee splayed out on a box of whiskey, fingering herself like a madwoman with her phone right in her face.

"You either fuck off or eat my pussy! Choose!" Haylee cried- her orgasm so close she was not gonna stop now.

Stella simply dropped her cargo off, raised her hands, rolled her eyes and left. Haylee followed her out a couple minutes later, after she recovered from the orgasm, feeling a bit sheepish.

It's been a couple of weeks since her encounter with Gloria and she was getting pent up again. The bar patrons were starting to look like a reasonable pool of potential one night stands... Which was a bad idea, she knew, but...

Gloria leaving still hurt.

"That was some sort of a health code violation, I just know it," Stella said as she organised bottles behind the bar. "How did you pass the health inspection... I have no idea... What were you watching?"

"Porn is private." Haylee simply said and joined her friend.

Stella looked at her with an arched brow. "Woman, I've seen you watch some heinous shit, on full blast, in my apartment."

"That was one time, and I thought it was a Megan Thee Stallion sex tape!"

Stella laughed in response and reached deeper under the bar. "Where's the rest of the shot-glasses? In the back?" Then she got up to look for them before Haylee needed to respond.

Haylee watched her friend go into the storeroom and wondered about her. Stella had been spending a lot of time at the bar as of late, but she did not drink. Haylee suspected the woman did not want to be alone at home... And as she told Haylee more than once- she was not interested in picking up random women right now.

She was just... Focusing on herself. Which was odd, because Haylee thought that's what Stella had always been doing, but perhaps not. Either way she was happy to have Stella around more often.

Now, if only Gloria was back...

After the encounter at her office, and a fair amount of wine, Haylee decided that she wanted to kiss Gloria on the mouth over and over again. Then, when she sobered up the next day and regained more of her brain cells she admitted to herself that maybe, just maybe, she had a teeny weeny little sort of... Romantic feeling growing for the woman.

Which was a fair kick in the cunt. The first time in her life she was really into somebody; it was for a woman who never wanted to see her again.

She was just about to get off the ground and stop moping when she noticed that Stella was standing in the storeroom doorway looking at something behind the bar, paling by the second. Shit, were they being robbed? At five p. m on a Monday? She should have bought a gun! Fuck!

"H-hey Gloria..." Stella choked out then fell silent.

"Stella." The woman in question said. The word was cold.

Haylee jumped up from behind the counter with such force she almost hit her head on the overhang over the bar. "Hey! Gloria! Hi! What's up?"

Gloria flinched in surprise seeing her. She looked like a mess. Her usually crisp clothes were rumpled, her makeup asymmetrical and too heavy. There were individual strands of hair escaping her tight hair bun.

"I... I was driving around and I thought... I might..." Gloria trailed off, her eyes glued onto Stella, who seemed to be shrinking by the second.

"I- I will leave you two to talk," Stella said before turning to leave. She stopped halfway to the staircase up to Haylee's apartment, then turned around looking resigned. "Or... I could stay if you want to listen to my apology... Or if you want to yell at me. I'll- I'll leave it up to you."

Gloria stared at her with intensity that made even Haylee want to hide. There was hatred in those eyes, yes, but also confusion. Hurt.

"Apology... Would be a good start."

Stella walked back behind the bar, at first her steps hesitant, then more confident. When she finally leaned on the bar, she looked, if not happy, then at least at peace.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you, Gloria..." She said, looking down at the bar, then she grit her teeth and looked up, into Gloria's eyes. "I- I ruined your life. I- I've felt like shit over it, every day since."

Gloria said nothing. She simply stood there, clutching at her purse, staring at her. So, Stella continued.

"I've just- been so angry at Beverly... I got so in my head I don't even know when I went so off the rails... I hate who I was that night and- and I want to do anything I can to fix it."

"Fix it," Gloria repeated, then sagged. "There's no fixing it."

She approached the bar and sat on a stool, looking worn out. Stella looked like she wanted to pat the woman's arm reassuringly but stopped herself. "Uh- I know... Believe me, I know," she said instead.

"Haylee... Could I get some wine?" Gloria asked, not looking at Stella.

"You got it!" Haylee said and went to look for Gloria's favourite vintage in the back, trying and failing, to quell the rising ball of anxiety and excitement rising within her. Gloria came back! She was here! She stepped right into a shit show, but she came here!

When Gloria returned with the bottle, Gloria was talking, her hands in her lap, her voice tired. "-Marriage is over. I know- I know that I've done it to myself but..." Her fists tightened in her lap. "You humiliated my husband. He- Maybe he would have forgiven me if- if it was just us. You made it a public matter."

"I'm sorry... If I knew Beverly was going to mention you-"

"Then what? You would have outed just her alone?!" Gloria raised her voice.

Haylee ducked back into the storeroom. As long as they did not come to blows, she was sure this talk would be good for them. And if it did come to violence, Stella could take Gloria down without hurting her.

"Yeah... I would have outed just her," Stella said. "I... Yeah."

"Why?!" Gloria sounded anguished. "You- You and Beverly were doing well!? She was so happy! Why- Why? I don't understand why you would have done it?!"

"Haylee haven't told you?"

"No!" Gloria nearly yelled. "She said it was not her story to tell! No matter how much I- No, she did not tell me."

Haylee cringed. Sorry Gloria... Stella was her best friend.

Stella took a deep steadying breath before she began speaking. "Do you... Want to know? About me and Beverly... In High school?"

"Yes."

And so, to Haylee's great surprise, Stella told her. Haylee had known the story well- she'd heard it over, and over, and over again over the years... But not like this. There was still plenty of bitterness there, but... Very little venom and hate. Just a simple sad story of one girl taking out her hurt on another one.

Stella's voice was hoarse by the time she finished her tale. "And so... I... I just wanted to hurt her back. And you were just... At the wrong place at the wrong time."

Gloria said nothing during the telling, and she remained silent now. Finally she sighed and spoke quietly. "Jesus Christ Beverly... Stella... I am sorry that this all happened to you... I really am..." Barstool scraped the floor, Gloria's heels sounded on the tiles. "But that does not change what happened, does it?"

"No."

"No."

"So, stop looking so sad! I don't want to feel bad for you," Gloria said, her voice clipped.

Stella laughed bitterly. "I'll work on that... Gloria if there's anything I can-"

"Just... Get out of my sight?" Heels clacked on wood. "No. I'll go and you- I don't know Stella. I don't know."

Haylee did not even try to pretend that she was not eavesdropping when Gloria found her in the storeroom. She took one look at the bottle in her hands and smiled. Haylee raised it up. "Drinks in the apartment?"

"God, yes..."

She let Gloria upstairs and quickly checked in on Stella. She found the woman leaning across the bar, staring off into space. When she noticed Haylee, she smirked and gave her a thumbs up. She looked like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Now, free of her best friend duties, Haylee ran up the stairs, three at the time.

She stopped in front of her door and spent some time getting her hair just the way she liked it; she let it down for once, in vague anticipation of maybe going out later to pick a woman up. Now it fell around her shoulders in a mess of natural curls and Haylee could not be happier with it.

When she stepped inside she was greeted by glorious nudity. Gloria was standing by the turtle tank, naked, save for tan thigh high stockings, her long black hair spilling down to just under her shoulder-blades.

When she heard Haylee enter she did not turn around. "Why- Why are those here?"

"I am turtle sitting."

Gloria turned to her and waited for more of an explanation. When she got none, she nodded and walked over to the couch and sat on it primply. In the weeks since she'd seen the woman Haylee tried to tell herself that she was getting over her. At that moment she had to admit that to have been a lie.

Haylee put the wine on the table near the doors and began unbuttoning her pants as she walked over to Gloria. The woman looked up at her, with such tired eyes Haylee almost stopped and hugged her... But she had a feeling that's not why she was here. So, Haylee shuffled out of her pants and discarded her top and underwear as Gloria watched her silently.

She straddled her and pressed her mouth to her ear. "Do you want to not think for a while?"

"Please..." Gloria whispered back.

Haylee pulled at her hair. "Please, what?"

Gloria's breath caught. Her voice lost some of that terribly lonely quality. "Please- Pretty please?"

Haylee found the woman's breast and pinched her nipple, hard. "Please Ms. Jones."

"Please Ms. Jones!" Gloria begged, her eyes clearer, focused on Haylee entirely. Good.

She rewarded Gloria with a kiss- a painful one. She bit the woman's lip without mercy, as she whined into her mouth. Gloria's hands explored Haylee's back hesitantly, before she slapped them down. Between bites and slaps, she quickly taught Gloria that tonight, she was to ask for permission.

"You're- You're rough tonight Ms. Jones," Gloria said, after Haylee released her mouth.

Haylee dug her fingers into Gloria's hair and forced her to lean down on the couch, then laid on top of her. "Is that a problem?"

Gloria swallowed hard. "No. Not at all- God I love how you look tonight! Your hair is so-" She groaned when Haylee twisted her hands in her hair. When she looked back at Haylee, her eyes were filled with nothing but lust. It made Haylee's heart lighter to see her like this, but she did not stop teasing the woman.

She bit her neck, hard, then traveled lower down, to her breasts. She sucked and bit Gloria's nipples, testing how much the woman could take. She quickly settled on just the right amount of pain- enough to make her squirm, but not enough to actually hurt her.

Haylee doled out bites and kisses in equal measure as she traveled down to Gloria's sex. She spent a long, long time sucking and biting the insides of her thighs. Gloria endured all of the teasing without complaining, but now she groaned. "Please! Haylee- Just-"

She was waiting for this. Haylee sprung up and pinned Gloria to the couch with her weight. The woman squawked but fell silent when Haylee's hands rested on her cheeks. Haylee made sure to look stern when she spoke into Gloria's mouth. "Let me take care of you, Gloria... Don't be impatient."

"I- I- Alright..." Gloria whispered, then winced when Haylee pinched her cheeks. "Alright Ms. Jones!"

Haylee kissed her on the forehead, before going back down to her pussy. She spent the next couple of minutes torturing the woman with her mouth. She kissed, licked and bit every inch of her pelvis, save for the woman's pussy. By the time she was done, Gloria was a panting, groaning, frustrated mess- her hands were clawing at the couch impotently, her mouth in a grim line, her eyes overflowing with arousal.

Just the way Gloria wanted her. She planted a long, wet kiss on Gloria's clit, which made the woman moan with such relief Haylee almost felt bad for what she was about to do. Almost.

"I think you're ready." She said as she stood and walked out of the room. "Wait a minute, I need to get some things... And don't touch yourself."

"What?! No!" Gloria groaned, then corrected herself. "I- I- Yes... Ms. Jones..."

Haylee ran to her bedroom and dove under the bed for her toy box. Since her last meeting with Gloria she'd gotten so many ideas for play- especially after watching Beverly's videos! She doubted Gloria would enjoy getting rammed in the ass, so she had to get more creative. She found just what she wanted at the bottom.

When she got back, Gloria was laying on her stomach, her hands twined over her head. Haylee laughed. "Didn't trust yourself?"

"No- No Ms. Jones." Gloria said pitifully.

Her ass looked inviting, so Haylee leaned in and took a bite. Gloria squirmed a bit, so Haylee gave her a slap on the cheek. Not very hard, but it made the woman groan.

"You know... I've never spanked you, have I?" Haylee asked.

Gloria stilled, then pushed her ass out a bit. "N-no. I've never been spanked... I don't know-"

It was tempting... But Haylee felt like this was not the right mood for something like that. "Not tonight," Haylee cut her off. "Sit up and face me."

Gloria did just that, and her eyes widened to see what Haylee had in her hands. A heavy black leather collar, with two leather handcuffs attached to it by short chains. She looked at it with such trepidation that Haylee almost faltered. They've never really done anything other than light femdom with a strap-on involved. Early on Haylee decided to take her time with Gloria, and not push her too hard...

Now, she did not feel like waiting anymore.

"Do you trust me?" She asked the woman, who was in the process of trying to win a staring contest with a few straps of leather and metal.

"I- I do... Ms. Jones." Gloria said slowly, then smiled. "I do."

Haylee rewarded her with a smile as she knelt in front of her and presented her with the open collar. Gloria swallowed hard and then, to Haylee's immense joy, lifted her chin up and allowed herself to be collared.

There... Now she was Haylee's. At least for tonight.

Gloria let her hands be cuffed, the chains just barely long enough to let her reach her own breasts, but nothing more. The woman tested her range of motion looking rather nonplussed... But there was something eager in her eyes, Haylee noticed.

"Oh, Gloria... You look so gorgeous like this..." Haylee sighed. Gloria blushed and ducked her head. Did she not believe it? "I mean it Gloria. You're beautiful."

"Stop it!" Gloria blushed even more. "You say that to all the women, I'm sure..."

Ouch.

"I haven't been with anybody else since we've met..." Haylee said. "Well... Except for... You know."

Gloria's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in pain. Stella and Beverly's names hung between them, threatening to ruin the mood. Haylee got up and hooked her finger into an O-ring hanging from the front of the collar. She gently tugged at it and Gloria obediently stood up, swaying on her feet a little.

Haylee meant to say something charming and sexy, but instead something entirely different left her mouth. "Let me take care of you tonight."

Gloria nodded and smiled weakly, the blush a permanent fixture on her cheeks by now. She let herself be led to Haylee's bedroom. She waited patiently as Haylee swept some clothes off the bed and squealed a bit when Haylee pushed her down onto her back, her chained hands flailing uselessly as she went down.

She laid on her back, trying and failing to get her hair out of her face, looking so god damned cute Haylee felt her heart clench. For tonight, this woman was hers.

"Now, what should I do with you, Gloria? Now that I have you in my clutches?" She said as she straddled the woman and brushed her hair out of her face.

"I- I don't know, Ms. Jones."

Haylee leaned over her and whispered into Gloria's mouth. "I am sure you have some ideas."

Gloria swallowed heavily and looked away biting her bottom lip. "Perhaps..." She pushed her hips out to meet Haylee's.

God, she was so cute Haylee could not help but mess with her. She grabbed her face with both hands and pinched her cheeks. Gloria tried to swipe her hands away but Haylee grabbed both cuff chains with one hand and continued to explore her face with the other.

"You're so fucking pretty Gloria..." Haylee whispered as she pushed her thumb into the woman's mouth. Gloria laughed, as if it was a joke and cringed a little. Haylee pushed the thumb in deeper, as far as it would go as Gloria sucked on it reverently.

"I am serious. You must know that you're hot, right?"

Gloria closed her eyes and shook her head. Haylee pulled her thumb out of her mouth and wiped the saliva on the woman's forehead. She was rewarded with such a cute glare that she stuck her fingers in the woman's mouth again and proceeded to wipe them all over her face.

"Stop- Haylee! For God's sake- Are you a child?!" Gloria sputtered but she could do nothing to stop the assault. She finally went limp and let Haylee mess her up. When she was done, Gloria's makeup was a smeared mess, like a party girl at four a. m.

"Say you're pretty or I will keep going."

"You're- God, Haylee you're beautiful..." Gloria sighed.

Haylee licked her finger and put it in Gloria's ear. "Wrong! Say, 'I, Gloria Dean, am a beautiful woman'!"

"Stop- Stop it! God!" Gloria bucked and tried to wriggle away from Haylee's hand but could not quite manage it. "Jesus! I- I Gloria Dean am a beautiful woman!"

Haylee stopped the wet willy and sighed. "I will make you believe it one day,"

Gloria looked away with a smirk. Like she did not believe Haylee. Alright, bitch. You're on. When she invited Haylee up to her apartment, she did not quite have an idea what to do with her. Now she did.

She crawled up over Gloria, then settled into a pile of pillows at the head of her bed. She spread her legs and patted the space between them. "Come here, Gloria..."

The woman rolled herself onto the side and, with effort, managed to get to her knees without using her hands. "Oh my- This is a bit tricky-" She huffed and then shuffled towards Haylee. She was about to dive head first into her pussy, when Haylee stopped her with her foot.

"Other way around." She spread her arms. "Lemme be your pillow."

Gloria blinked, then did as she was told. She laid into Haylee's arms gingerly, as if she was scared that her full weight would crush her. When she was settled Haylee wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close to her chest.

"Look. There's two hot bitches on the bed!" She said as she pointed ahead of them. There was a large built-in wardrobe dominating the wall opposite Haylee's bed. Mirrors covered all the sliding doors, giving Gloria an excellent view of herself nestled between Haylee's legs.

"Oh..." Gloria sighed and turned her head away. "Oh, I don't know- I don't want to look at myself when we-"

Haylee grabbed her chin and forced her face back towards their reflections. "That's a shame." She licked the side of Gloria's neck, making the woman shudder. "Because that's exactly what we're doing."

Gloria squirmed, but Haylee held her firmly. "Haylee! Please!"

She bit the woman's ear hard enough to make her stop moving. Then rewarded her stillness with a gentle kiss. "Gloria..." She whispered into her ear. "Please trust me... Alright?"

After a moment of hesitation, Gloria melted into Haylee's arms. "A-alright... Just... Alright."

"Good girl..." Haylee whispered. "Now spread your legs for me..."

Gloria did so reluctantly. She took a peak at herself in the mirror, at the tangle of thick black hair surrounding her sex before closing her eyes. Did she really think that she was not beautiful?

"I love your legs," Haylee said as she reached down and ran her hands along Gloria's thighs, enjoying the feel of her stockings. The woman gasped and spread them wider, chasing the touch. "You have the body of a dancer Gloria..."

"Which is a nice way of saying that I have no curves," Gloria laughed. "Haylee, it's fine. I am comfortable with myself-"

Haylee stopped touching her and reached up to twist her nipples hard. Gloria choked on her words and bucked in her hands, but Haylee was merciless. "Now, every time you say something negative about yourself, I will punish you... And..." She slid one hand down to the woman's pussy and raked her nails through her pubic hair. "If you are nice to yourself... I will be nice to you..."

Gloria leaned her head back and rested it on Haylee's shoulder. She blew out a long tired breath that almost sounded like a laugh. She was silent, for a while, before finally speaking.

"I- I like my hair..."

Haylee reached down and began rubbing Gloria's clit furiously; she pressed down on it with two fingers and ground down in quick tight circles. The woman groaned and pushed into Haylee's hand as she pressed her cheek against Haylee's. When Haylee abruptly took her fingers away she groaned needily.

"Just a little preview..." Haylee laughed into Gloria's ear. "Of what good girls get..."

"Oh my God..." Gloria laughed. "You are- You are impossible!"

"I know! Now tell me something about yourself!"

"Haylee! I really, really need to come!" Gloria whined as she waved her arms around, as much as the chains would allow. "Please!"

Haylee kissed her neck and hugged her close. "I know... I know..." She pressed her lips against the space just below the woman's earlobe. "Then... I suggest... You start talking..."

The Gloria in the mirror hung her head, for a moment, before a look of frustrated determination crossed her face. She opened her eyes and looked at herself. It did not seem like she liked what she was seeing, but she still spoke. "I... I like my skin. I took care of it."

Haylee rewarded her by cupping Gloria's breasts and squeezing. The woman moaned and threw her head back. "Oh- Ooh yes- I- I like my breasts-"

"I like them too," Haylee whispered as she continued kneading them. She bit Gloria's neck gently as she pinched the nipples. When Gloria groaned in response, she increased the pressure.

"I never wanted- I never wanted big breasts!" Gloria groaned. "Everybody loves them- I don't care- God Haylee, that feels so good!"

"I love yours," Haylee purred into Gloria's ear. "They fit right into my hands..."

"You do?" Gloria gasped. "Really?"

Haylee answered her by grabbing her chin and pushing her head to the side. Their lips met in a long overdue kiss. How did she not kiss this woman the moment she came into the apartment? As they kissed, slow and gentle, Haylee reached down and began massaging Gloria's clit again, but slowly this time. The woman hummed into her mouth happily and pushed into her, begging for more pressure, but Haylee kept it steady. Just enough to feel good, nowhere near enough to come.

"I love your lips..." Gloria whispered into her mouth.

"Flattery will get you nowhere..." Haylee whispered back.

Gloria sighed deeply, in a rather long suffering manner and said. "I look good for my age..."

Haylee lessened the pressure on Gloria's clit. "Backhanded compliment. Bad girl."

Gloria bit Haylee's lip. Haylee bit back. The prospect of an angry makeout session almost made Haylee change tracks, but she felt the need to stay on target. "Gloria... Try again."

The woman huffed, frustrated and looked back into the mirror. "I- You said that you liked my legs? I like them too..." She said as she spread them wide. "They're... Long."

She was rewarded with two of Haylee's fingers traveling lower down and rubbing against the wet opening, up and down, between her folds.

"I- I love how I look in heels and lingerie-" Gloria murmured. "Long... Long legs..."

"Beautiful legs," Haylee agreed and pressed her fingers inside Gloria.

"God- Yes! Please-"

"Keep going... Long legs...?"

Gloria gasped out in between moans. "My- My vagina! I like it!"

"I like it too! What do you like about it?"

Gloria laughed. "It's mine!"

Haylee pushed her fingers in and out of Gloria, angling them just the way she knew the woman loved. "Funny that! That's also what I like about it!"

"Please- Please don't stop-" Gloria groaned. "Just- Just-"

"One more thing..." Haylee kissed Gloria's shoulder. "Just one more."

In the mirror, she saw Gloria look at them both, her eyes raking over her own reflection. Lust and desperation heating her gaze. She looked about ready to burst.

"Oh my God- You're-" Gloria yelled. "I am tall! I like being tall! Fuck all of those- those tiny little, can't reach anything from the higher shelf, cute helpless girls! I like being- Haah! I like being tall! Now fuck me please!"

Haylee grinned into Gloria's shoulder and did just that. She hooked three fingers into her and proceeded to give her the best fingering of her life. In no time, Gloria was moaning and bucking in her arms, but Haylee held her close and never let up, as she kissed and bit all over the woman's neck and shoulders.

Gloria came with a long high throated groan, one that started deep in her and built up slowly. Her pussy clenched on Haylee's fingers so hard she had to put her shoulder into it to keep going. When she was finished, she sagged into Haylee, and let out a long happy breath.

Haylee pressed her face to the side of Gloria's head and breathed in. She inhaled again and again, taking in as much of that smell as possible, storing it away for later, for the lean months.

"O-oh my..." Gloria whispered, her voice reedy, but relaxed. "I- That was- Oh my..."

Haylee hummed into her hair. "Fun?"

Gloria laughed, the chains clinking with her shakes. "God yes... Wow... I have been..." She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. There was still that doubt in there, like she did not quite like what she was seeing, but less of it. "Thank you."

"Any time..." Haylee said and found that she meant it.

"Do you... Want me to..." Gloria licked her lips. "Do anything for you?"

"Now that you mention it..." Haylee realised how absolutely dripping wet she was. Without saying anything, she pushed Gloria off of herself and rolled her onto her back.

"What-" Was all the woman managed to say, before Haylee sat on her face. She ground her pussy into Gloria's face and greatly enjoyed the softness of her lips and the shape of her nose. As well as Gloria's sputtering and wriggling as she tried to catch up and adjust to the new position.

Haylee slowed down for a moment, to give her time, as she looked at herself in the mirror. Damn, she looked good!

She spent the next twenty minutes riding Gloria's face until she was satisfied. After her third orgasm she shuffled off of the woman, and let her catch a proper breath. Gloria's face was such a mess, Haylee could not help but laugh.

The woman laid on her back, blinking heavily, her mouth swollen from the friction of Haylee's pubes rubbing on it. She groaned and coughed twice before she managed to speak, her voice weak. "That- That was something... Wow..."

"Enjoyed yourself?"

Gloria licked her swollen lips. "God yes..."

Haylee leaned over her and kissed her again. They spent a couple minutes making out, before Gloria began begging to come again. Haylee, a nice lady that she was, obliged her by putting on her strap-on and fucking Gloria so hard the woman was seeing stars by the time they were done.

When they were done, Gloria was on her stomach on the bed, Haylee laid on top trying, and failing, not to imagine how it would be like to have this woman in her life for good. It was a murky kind of vision, filled with disconnected scraps of life that never quite fit together coherently. Still, it was sweet.

"Gosh Haylee..." Gloria hummed under her. "I really needed that..."

"Any time..." Haylee hummed out. Then, for reasons that were beyond her, Haylee went and said something unnecessary. "Maybe you won't forget me so easily this time..."

Gloria stilled, then, to Haylee's mounting horror, tried to roll over to look at her. Nope. Not happening. Haylee put her weight on the woman and rested her forehead on the back of Gloria's neck.

"Haylee-"

"Gloria! Forget I said that! Alright?" Haylee laughed. "I had a weird couple of months, alright? I am just talking shit."

"I did not think you cared."

Haylee answered by grabbing Gloria's ass and kneading it a bit. "How can I not care about this ass? Eh?"

Somehow Gloria was not fooled. "I thought you... Had other women?"

"Yeah." Haylee said, then for some reason continued talking. "Well no. Not since I met you. Been too busy with the bar."

Gloria made a valiant effort to roll around again, but Haylee went like a starfish and pinned her down. The woman huffed, halfway between annoyance and humor. "Haylee! Come on! I want to- I want to look at you!"

"Forbidden."

"Stop- You're acting like a child!"

"Ha! You just fucked a kid! What does that make you?"

Gloria went limp and stopped fighting. She stayed silent for a while, long enough for Haylee to hope the subject was closed. Then, she spoke again, because of course she did. "I'm sorry. I think... I think I am a very selfish person... I did not think about how you felt about any of this... I thought you did not care, because why would you care about me leaving?"

Haylee yanked Gloria to the side, wrapped her legs around her hips and began tickling her sides without a shred of mercy. Between the difference in their physical strength and Gloria's hands being bound she had no hope of fighting back. She was a kicking, screaming mess in Haylee's hands.

"STOP!" Gloria yelled through tears. "PLEASE! FUCK!"

"Stop putting yourself down!" Haylee yelled back.

"ALRIGHT! PLEASE! I WILL!"

"SAY THAT YOU'RE PRETTY!"

"I AM PRETTY!"

Haylee released her and rolled away. Gloria, wild eyed, scrambled to the other end of the bed and put her legs between them, ready to kick Haylee if she tried to get closer.

"I will- I will kick you in the cunt!" Gloria rasped out. "I mean it! No more tickling!"

"You mean... You will try to kick me in the cunt," Haylee said and did a pretend lunge at the woman, who flinched and kicked out, nearly falling off the bed in the process.

"Haylee!"

"Gloria!"

Gloria stared at Haylee for a moment longer, before relaxing and letting down her guard. Haylee considered pinning her again, and tickling her until she pissed herself, but decided against it. She was an adult. She owned real estate and ate scrambled eggs with her mom every week. She could talk about her feelings.

"So... Why'd you come here today?" She asked.. "Got horny?"

Gloria looked away and waved her arms, rattling the chains. "Could you get these off of me?"

"Give me a sec," Haylee said before she crawled over to Gloria, the dildo catching on the sheets along the way. She undid the woman's cuffs, then the collar and released her.

Gloria sat there, still not looking at her, rubbing at her wrists, then neck. There were no marks, or any signs of chafing, but Haylee still felt compelled to ask. "Everything alright?" She let her fingers trail over Gloria's slender neck. "I have an ointment for chafing..."

The voice that answered her was tired and hollow. "Robert is seeing somebody else... I think... I think it's serious..."

"I don't think I have an ointment for that."

Gloria's eyes nearly popped out of her skull at Haylee's words. She stared at her for a moment, like a person about to start yelling, then deflated. A single laugh bubbled out of her, like a pocket of gas from the bottom of a swamp. Then another. Then, soon enough, she was laughing so hard she could hardly keep herself upright, so she leaned on Haylee.

Somewhere along the way the laughter turned into tears. Then heavy, wrecking sobs. Haylee held the woman, feeling nothing much in particular. Should she feel bad for her right now? She supposed she did... But it was a distant thing. Mostly, she just felt the need to shake the woman and tell her to stop giving a shit about unnecessary things.

"I ruined it all!" Gloria spoke between sobs, barely coherent. "He- He was my person! I- I loved him so much, but- Why was it not enough?! Why did I do it?!"

Because you felt bored. Because sex is fun.

"I- I am- What sort of person does this?! Just spits on her life like this?!"

You. You saw something you wanted and took it.

"I am terrible- I am scum- I am-"

If she was scum then what was Haylee? She cradled Gloria as she cried herself out, trying to find the place in herself where other people had all this stuff that made them care about all these rules, and found nothing much. She cared about her friends. She cared about herself. All the 'should be this, I should have done that' was pointless.

When Gloria finally cried herself out, Haylee held her close and whispered into her ear. "I think... I think that you're a shark who was raised amongst dolphins by mistake."

"W-what-"

"You have big teeth and harsh skin, but they told you that you're supposed to play and- and do whatever it is that dolphins do, but all you really want to do is kill..."

Gloria sniffed a bit. "Dolphins are actually quite violent..."

"Hush. My analogy... Some people are not meant to be a dolphin. You tried to be yourself and got unlucky. That's it."

"And what are you?" Gloria looked up at her with big wet eyes. "A shark?"

Haylee grinned at her. "Look at my teeth! Rawr!"

"So what? It's not my fault?"

"It is. Shouldn't have tried to be a dolphin." Haylee said. "It would never have worked."

Gloria pushed her away, held her at arms length. "But- I was happy. I was happy before I met you-"

"Then why'd you cheat?"

The woman had no answer to that. She opened her mouth a couple of times, then closed it, each time something passed behind her eyes. A ghost of acceptance of something she did not like the taste of. After a while she got off the bed and Haylee felt her absence keenly. She would leave now, and be gone for months, maybe forever. She braced herself for it. Such was the life of a shark.

"So... How about this wine?" Gloria asked, holding the bottle up. "This marine animal needs a drink."

A relief, so heavy it terrified her, coursed through Haylee. She opened her jaws and spoke her truth. "Rawr!"

---

It was midnight and they were both wasted.

Gloria was sitting on Haylee's couch, looking adorable in one of her sweatshirts, her bare ass hanging out; all fucked up and pretending not to be. She was holding one of the turtles in her hand- Haylee forgot which one was which- and let it nibble on lettuce she held in the other. She was squinting her eyes, trying to listen to a story Haylee was telling.

Something about a connecting flight she once had. Riveting stuff.

Both of their phones buzzed at the same time. Gloria made a valiant attempt at reaching for hers, but it made her nearly drop the turtle so she stopped. Haylee fished hers out of her pocket with only minimal difficulty.

It was Beverly sending her a text. Haylee nearly fell off the couch, sure in that moment it would be something incredibly filthy, but it was just a photo of Beverly, sitting in a camping chair, starry night behind her. She was wearing dirty jeans and a t-shirt, beneath a much too large flannel shirt. A pink trucker cap on her head, her hair pulled up beneath it- No.

Her hair was cut short. Small wisps of blonde poked out from under the hat, hardly even reaching her ears.

"Noooo..." Gloria groaned, looking at her own phone, hugging the turtle to her chest. "Whyyyy..."

"I think- I think she looks hot," Haylee said. "Woman lover haircut."

Gloria got up from the couch wobbily and deposited the turtle back into his terrarium, her eyes glued to her phone all the way. "Yeah... She's still hot. Damn it."

"I'mma write her you said that," Haylee said and began doing just that.

"Wait! I haven't- We haven't talked in months." Gloria threw herself back on the couch and hid her face in the pillows. "I fucked it all up..."

Haylee pointed her phone camera at Gloria, who looked at her uncomprehendingly. "Hey, sit up and spread your legs. I wanna send something back."

Gloria blinked hard, then flushed. Haylee smirked at her and said. "Show her your sharp teeth."

The woman rolled her eyes, but then she bit her lip and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Slowly, she spread her legs and pushed out her hips. Her upper body was utterly lost in Haylee's grey sweatshirt, but her naked bottom was so appetizing she almost crawled over there and had a taste. Maybe later.

For now she snapped a photo and quickly sent it over with a caption. 'Gloria thinks you look hot and says hi'

"There. Sent."

Gloria hid her face in her hands and laid flat on the couch. She moaned something unintelligible into it. Haylee's phone buzzed again.

'Tell her she's a craven worm who would do well to find something whatsoever reminiscent of a spine, and call me before I lose my patience with her.'

"Beverly says she missed you."

Gloria's head shot up from the couch. "Ueh?"

"She wants you to call her."

"I'm drunk."

"Will you do it when you're sober?"

Gloria scowled then rolled herself up to a sitting position. She held her phone in her hands for a long time, mumbling something that sounded a bit like "live every week like it's shark week," before pressing the dial and dropping her phone onto a table, like it burned her. "Oh- Oh no- It's dialing!"

Haylee made an attempt to sober herself up mentally, before remembering that it wasn't a thing. The dial tone cut out, and Beverly's voice rang out. "Hello? To what do I owe this pleasure..."

Gloria stared at the phone, with no apparent intention to speak, so Haylee chimed in. "Hey bitch. You clean and green out there?"

Beverly sighed. "Good evening Haylee... Gloria? Have you put me on speaker? You know how I feel about that..."

"Sorry!" Gloria managed to choke out. "I- I'm sorry..."

"For what, in specific, are you sorry for?"

Haylee was amazed to see how quickly the pecking order re-established itself between these two. If Gloria was meant to be a shark, then she was afraid to even consider what sort of creature Beverly was.

"I'm sorry for..." Gloria took a deep steadying breath. "I'm sorry for disappearing... When you needed friends. I was scared. I..." She trailed off.

Another sigh from Beverly. "Of course you were scared... You are a coward. Always have been, always will be..." Then a sound came, like Beverly hit something. "Wait- no. I'm sorry. You were in a terrible situation, weren't you?"

Gloria put her head in her hands, her elbows propped on her knees. "I put myself there... It wasn't- It wasn't just Stella. I did it to myself..."

If Beverly had any reaction to Stella's name, Haylee did not catch it. She sounded weary when she spoke. "Yes... So did I..."

Silence reigned. Gloria looked sad and lost. Haylee could hardly stand to see it. "So, how's your road trip going? How's Joleeeene?"

Gloria's head perked up at the question. Beverly huffed out a breath. "Jolene is well... She enjoys your videos." She said, then added more quietly. "We both do."

"Yeah? Well your videos should be in the library of congress, as far as I am concerned," Haylee said, then noticed Gloria looking confused. "Hey, Bev, can I show your stuff to Gloria?"

"Oh my God..." Beverly laughed, then added after a very long pause. "Yes. Why not."

"Stuff?" Gloria asked with great interest.

Haylee handed her her phone and opened her secret 'crazy bitch' video album. The woman played the first one and was immediately lost to the world.

"She's watching one right now," Haylee said.

"Oh, dear Lord." Gloria whispered. "Oh- Oh- Oh That's too big- Oh my!"

Beverly coughed, then asked. "Which one?"

"The one in the hotel... Jolene had you on your back, fucking your mouth with-"

Beverly raised her voice. "Yes! That's enough description. Thank you Haylee,"

Haylee got up and sat beside Gloria, watching tiny Beverly on the screen getting her tonsils rearranged. "Glad to be of help... And send more videos damn it."

The video ended and Gloria blinked hard, as if waking up from a dream. "My... That was... Interesting."

"Thank you," Beverly said, then added. "And... I think you looked nice. In the photo..."

Gloria blushed slightly and made an attempt to get her hair into a semblance of a shape. Haylee cut her off before she said something to put herself down. "Maybe you should become a porn star? There's good money in that, I've heard."

Beverly laughed hard. There was something free in that laugh, something Haylee had not heard before. "Maybe... I don't think trucking is for me after all."

"No? You seem to be enjoying yourself," Haylee said as she started another video. Beverly, on her knees, getting her face slapped over and over again, as she thanked Jolene for the instruction. "Hell, I might buy a rig."

"I enjoy the company..." Beverly said. "But the rest is starting to outweigh the benefits."

Haylee watched Jolene grab Beverly by her hair and force her down to her pussy. "Yeah, Jolene has some big benefits alright."

"That she does..." Beverly hummed, and Haylee had a distinct impression that the woman was smiling.

Gloria cleared her throat. "I'm happy you have somebody... I am happy that you're not alone."

"Me too... And you too." Beverly said with softness that Haylee did not know that the woman was capable of.

Gloria blushed and peeked at Haylee, who felt the familiar anxiety twist in her gut.

"So," Gloria said, "If not the- the road then what? Are you coming back?"

Beverly did not answer for a long time. When she did, there was steel in her voice. "Yes. I will not be chased out of my own city." Then, she added with more softness. "I want to be closer to Victoria... And you."

"Me?!" Haylee exclaimed. "I did not know you felt this way about me!"

Beverly laughed airily, some of the bitch seeping back into her voice. "No. Not you. I pass by trash like you on the highway every day."

"Come say that to my face."

"Maybe I will..." Beverly said in a tone that promised a lot. Then she added, in a very carefully neutral tone. "Haylee, how's..." She trailed off. Haylee waited with bated breath for her to finish her question, but she never did. She almost answered her regardless; almost told her that Stella was alright, but she thought better of it.

"Nevermind," Beverly said finally, sounding distant. "It's late here... We need to go to sleep, there's a load of bolts that need to be in Tennessee tomorrow."

Haylee sniggered "Over and out!"

"Goodnight Beverly," Gloria said softly. "I- We'll talk again soon."

"Yes. We will," Beverly said, then added. "Have a good night... And keep my boys happy."

"The turtles are fine."

And that was that.

They were left alone in this small room, with Gloria's eyes having this sweet thoughtful quality to them, that made Haylee want to kiss her and run at the same time. She opened her mouth to make a joke, or change the mood, when she caught herself doing it.

She was many things, but she wasn't a coward.

"Gloria... What do you want?"

The woman in question sputtered at the question. "What? Like in general?"

Haylee shook her head. What did she mean? "From a relationship."

Gloria searched Haylee's eyes for a moment before looking away. "Security... I think. I want to be with somebody steady... Who will take care of me..." She looked off into the darkness. "Robert took care of me... He always..." She shook her head. "Common goals? Common values. Somebody who my children would like, or at least respect."

Haylee felt each word stab her in the gut, but she did her best not to show it. Somehow, Gloria must have noticed, because she looked away from her and continued.

"Fun is... Great, but that's not a way to live your life." She laughed nervously. "I love the simple things... The day to day affection. Shopping together... Boring routine days that you don't even remember a week later, that's what's important I think..."

Then, she fell silent. And with every heartbeat the anxiety in Haylee's gut resolved itself into deadly calm. She slid off the couch and knelt in front of Gloria, who looked away. Haylee put her hands on her thighs and smiled up at her.

"I hope you find somebody like that for yourself..." Haylee said. When Gloria looked down on her she saw sadness in her eyes. "But don't forget to have some fun too, ok?"

Because at the end of the day Haylee Jones was what she was, and she was not going to twist herself into something she was not for anybody else.

Gloria nodded at her and that was the end of the subject.

That was the end of the evening.

---

She walked Gloria out to the taxi. She insisted that the woman could stay over but Gloria had an early meeting she needed to prepare for. Haylee was not sure if it was true, but she did not press the point.

They kissed goodbye and Gloria promised to not be a stranger. And then she was gone.

The bar was dark and silent. Haylee stood in the middle of it and took a deep breath. She wondered if Gloria would call her again? She was not sure if she hoped she would or not... Maybe a clean break would be better-

"Is she gone?" Stella asked from behind the bar.

Haylee screamed. Stella laughed.

"Bitch! Fuck! What are you doing here?!" Haylee yelled as she tried to stop her heart from escaping through her throat. "The fuck? Vampire, ass behaviour!"

"I was standing right here when you two came down!" Stella laughed. "You turned off the fucking lights! Not me!"

Haylee leaned against the bar, and tried to calm her racing heart. "What are you still doing here?!"

"I was cleaning up, when you were busy fucking!" Stella said, then added without looking at her. "I didn't wanna go back to the apartment..."

"Yeah, work the pity angle... Day walker."

Stella shrugged, then leaned against the bar too. Haylee looked at her friend and wondered what it would be like if they weren't both fucked up... Would they be together? Two sharks, killing their way through the seven seas.

"Let's make a pact-" Haylee began, but Stella shook her head. Haylee jabbed at her shoulder. "Shut up! A pact- If we're both alone when we're fifty- sixty, then we get married for the tax benefits."

"I don't know if gay marriage will still be legal by then, with how things are going..."

"I believe in the boys and girls in Washington," Haylee said with a smirk. "Come on!"

"I can do better than you."

"No you can't." Haylee did a little dance, then had to hold onto the bar to stop herself from falling over. She forgot she was still drunk. "I am a catch."

Stella laughed, then looked at Haylee with such affection that she wished she loved the woman as more than a friend. "Yeah..." Stella said. "You are."

That was too much feefee's for one night for her, so Haylee laid her head on top of the bar and groaned. Stella patted her shoulder. They sat there in companionable silence for a while, before Stella spoke again.

"How's Gloria doing?"

"I have no idea..."

More silence.

"How is..." Stella asked, then stopped herself. "Nevermind..."

These bitches are gonna be the death of her... Haylee got her phone out and pulled up the photo Beverly sent today. She showed it to Stella who looked at the screen for a moment before her eyes widened. "What- That's- That's her? What?!"

She sputtered for a moment, looking like a woman who was shown undeniable proof that her wife was in fact her own grandmother. She made an aborted whiny sound when Haylee took her phone away.

"What- What?! What he hell was- What is she-" Stella tried, and failed to settle on a question. "What?"

Haylee weighed her options and decided to go for broke. "I've been sexting her for months... She sends me videos of her girlfriend fucking her in the ass, and I send back videos of myself masturbating. I figured you should know."

Stella's eyes bulged out. She looked like a toad. A very large, very strong toad who proved herself capable of rather disastrous decision making. Haylee slid off the barstool and backed up towards the stairs leading up to her apartment.

"Maybe girlfriend is a strong word... I got the impression that it's more casual than that..." She said as she walked away. "Well, anyway that was a long night! Goodnight future wife!" She waved at Stella, who was still standing at the bar, stunned.

"She cut her hair...?" She heard the woman mumble to herself, before she ascended the stairs.

Was that well handled? Perhaps not... But if everybody else was allowed to be a fuckup, then so was she... Right? She stood for a moment in her empty apartment, before texting Stella. "U ok? I can cme bck"

She got a reply shortly after. "I'm fine. She looked happy."

That was good enough for Haylee. For a moment she considered all the shit she needed to do before opening up the bar tomorrow and felt tired. Running a bar was not nearly as fun as she imagined it would be... Then, she fell into her bed and found her consciousness fading away nearly instantly. Dreams of marine animals filled her mind.

She was a dolphin... Pretending to be a shark... Pretending to be a dolphin... Pretending to be a shark.

On and on and on it went.

Rawr!