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Post by bianca on Jul 3, 2019 21:03:11 GMT
"The bed, yea..... Why not?" She asked subtly. She figured if she was going to get her rocks off she might as well be comfortable. She didn't care that this wasn't cosher. At least it beat sleeping in the subway and begging for change. She was completely and utterly out of options and she was just tired. Tired or running and ending up alone. With a practiced hand Bianca grabbed Tamara's hand and lead her back like she had done plenty of times before. There was a smile on her face but it rang with a twinge of sadness, one that couldn't be overstated. Bianca was a very confused young woman who didn't know or understood where her heart or motivations lied.
All she really knew was she didn't want to spend tonight alone.
Face to black....
The soft steady racing pulse in Tamara's neck tasted like sweat and accomplishment. Bianca's arm draped over her naked form as the silk sheets hugged her hip and hinted at the outline of her fantastic body. . The sheets stuck to her skin and even if she were to stand right now she would be covered. Her modesty hidden by the adhesive nature of her ability and gravity defying physics of the sheet stuck to her; covering all the good bits. Bianca was still smiling. "What happens now? You own me now like your little prison bitch?" She joked. Bianca was only half joking as she had actually humored the idea.
Tamara was not, unattractive and she could get used to a life with a purpose. Even if that purpose was only to sexually satisfy a woman who was keeping a roof over her head and food in her stomach. Bianca didn't like depending on people, but at the same time going it alone wasn't an option anymore. She had run for too long and for too long she had found herself depressed with the state of her life and wishing for at least the flicker of companionship. Bianca intended to earn her keep. In whatever way was required, but more than that she wondered what Tamara was thinking. The long night of love making was over and it was rather enjoyable, but as the sun crept out into the morning sky Bianca realized they hadn't even fallen asleep yet.
Birds were chirping outside as Bianca nustled up into Tamara's arms. Her skin would stick to Tamara's but she really didn't care. The cuddling and the warmth were both welcome strangers in her eyes and she could use a bit of both. Just feeling loved would be refreshing for a change and she wouldn't rightly mind that much either. Bianca sighed as there was a soft knock on the door. Her eyes flicked over to the door wondering who the hell could be calling on the mysterious woman at this hour. And though yes, a small pang of jealous touched at her nerves she played it cool and casual and simply asked. "You gonna get that?"
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Post by Tamara Lyell on Jul 9, 2019 0:42:27 GMT
The soft steady racing pulse in Tamara's neck tasted like sweat and accomplishment. Bianca's arm draped over her naked form as the silk sheets hugged her hip and hinted at the outline of her fantastic body. . The sheets stuck to her skin and even if she were to stand right now she would be covered. Her modesty hidden by the adhesive nature of her ability and gravity defying physics of the sheet stuck to her; covering all the good bits. Bianca was still smiling. "What happens now? You own me now like your little prison bitch?" She joked. Bianca was only half joking as she had actually humored the idea.
Stirring in her bed, Tamara slowly awoke, feeling a lot better than she had in quite some time; it'd been a while since she'd shared a bed with another woman and it still surprised her that it was the very same woman she'd confronted the day before. Leaning up in bed, naked in all her prison-tatted glory, she smirked. "Well, we're not in prison, babe, so...," she said, getting out of bed and walking over to her - Tamara rarely wore clothes when she was the only one around and no one from the shop below was allowed upstairs, so she sometimes had to remind herself to put something on - holding her from behind and resting her chin on her shoulder. "But we definitely had one helluva time last night, didn't we?" It wasn't hyperbole either; Tamara was pretty sure she had set her own record for the number of orgasms she had last night and she was also damn sure she'd given Bianca a lot of them as well.
Birds were chirping outside as Bianca nustled up into Tamara's arms. Her skin would stick to Tamara's but she really didn't care. The cuddling and the warmth were both welcome strangers in her eyes and she could use a bit of both. Just feeling loved would be refreshing for a change and she wouldn't rightly mind that much either. Bianca sighed as there was a soft knock on the door. Her eyes flicked over to the door wondering who the hell could be calling on the mysterious woman at this hour. And though yes, a small pang of jealous touched at her nerves she played it cool and casual and simply asked. "You gonna get that?"
For a long time Tamara was tempted to say 'to hell with whoever's knocking!' but she also knew with the shop opening soon she probably did need to get that. "Hang on, babe," she said to Bianca, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she walked back to the bedroom and grabbed a short silk robe - the thing barely came down to mid-thigh - slipping it on and walking over to the apartment door, the stairs of which led down to the shop. "Yeah, who it is?" she said over the intercom.
"Postal Service," came the reply. "You got three packages from O'Reilly Auto; where do you want me to leave them?"
For a moment Tamara thought about what they could be, then realized she knew exactly what they were. "Set them down at the foot of the stairs, next to the intercom. Thanks," she said, cutting off the intercom. Smiling at Bianca, she walked back over and hugged her once more. "Now," she said, in-between kisses, "where were we again?"
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Jul 10, 2019 20:29:04 GMT
Post by bianca on Jul 10, 2019 20:29:04 GMT
Bianca had a whole life before she was thrust into this situation. Not much of a life but she had one. Mostly consisting of ducking books and people who loaned her money and breaking into houses in the cover of dark to find shit to steal. The next day would be hitting up pawn shops and trying to eek out enough bucks to get dinner which she would cook in her shitty trailer with the asshole land lord. Her life had sufficently sucked up until yesterday and while she didn't expect a free ride from this woman she didn't want to leave either.
She had given her a choice. It wasn't just a warm place to stay for a piece of the booty it was more than that, it was Bianca's choice to give herself to Tamara and the choice was easy after she got over her bundle of live wire nerves. "I think we were right....Here." Bianca said curling her arms around Tamara's necks and greeting her lips with a kiss. She wanted to linger on this moment. She knew when her car was fixed she would have to leave. The cute kisses and calling her babe would only last until the car was fixed and then she was back on her own. Bianca knew that on some level in the back of her mind. She smiled but it was a sad smile.
She didn't want to get her hopes up beyond today. She didn't want the heartbreak when she allowed her big heart to get attached to someone. Bianca's phone went off in the other room. Her pants were left on the living room floor as they had stripped them away before they had even made it to the bedroom. Bianca's light footsteps padded across the apartment and into the living room. She dug in her pocket and found her phone. Crouching by the floor she brushed a few bangs out of her eyes and tucked them behind her ear. Reading the text Bianca's heart sunk.
New message: 10:12 am
You're a dead bitch Kelevera. My people are out looking for you right now, and when they find you....YOU'RE DEAD! I'll piss on the maggots crawling out of your rotting skull where i buried you you bitch!!!!!!!!!!!
Bianca had stood up while reading the text. Unaware of where Tamara was of if she had even noticed she was upside. Bianca put the phone down on the counter with a shaky hand and didn't turn around for a long time. When she did she was wearing a fake smile. "I'm uh... I'm gonna go jump in the shower. Then I'll make you some breakfast?" She asked in a chipprer tone. Moving past Tamara Bianca was all smiles until she moved past her. Then the worry set into her face as he slipped into the bathroom and closed the door. She sighed and leaned against the door trying not to cry again. Her nerves were fragile and she didn't want to put Tamara in danger. She would be leaving today. She wasn't about to make her problems Tamara's and she didn't want her getting killed for her selfishness.
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Jul 18, 2019 20:56:48 GMT
Post by Tamara Lyell on Jul 18, 2019 20:56:48 GMT
"I think we were right....Here." Bianca said curling her arms around Tamara's necks and greeting her lips with a kiss. She wanted to linger on this moment. She knew when her car was fixed she would have to leave. The cute kisses and calling her babe would only last until the car was fixed and then she was back on her own. Bianca knew that on some level in the back of her mind. She smiled but it was a sad smile.
"I think we were as well," Tamara replied, knowing that the day wasn't getting any younger; as they broke their embrace, Tamara quickly rushed back to the bedroom and got dressed, anxious to open up the three packages down in the shop...and anxious to repair Bianca's vehicle, the Lincoln, she mused as she finished getting dressed and headed back into the living room, where Bianca was standing. "I'm uh... I'm gonna go jump in the shower. Then I'll make you some breakfast?"
"Sure, ," Tamara replied, "though I think we both enjoyed each other's breakfast this morning in bed," she added, the sexual entrendre heavy and thick in the air. "I'm going to head downstairs and see what's on the repair schedule; come on down when you get dressed, okay?"
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Post by bianca on Jul 26, 2019 2:53:08 GMT
Bianca nodded and closed the door behind her. She leaned her back up against the door for a moment and took a deep breath. Oh boy. She thought. What am i going to do now? She wondered. Turning on the water she quietly and slowly began to strip away what little coverings she had. She only had a thin shieet wrapping around her. The bedsheet in fact. It still stuck to her adhesive skin and she didn't bother to find her clothes. The water was warm and pleasant, but it did little to distract her.
She was worried about what came next. She was worried that last night meant nothing. And though it wasn't unusual she rather expected to only be a one night stand the cold matter of factly way that Tamara had hurried downstairs had her worried. Bianca's insecurities bubbled up to the surface and in hr worried mind it seemed like Tamara couldn't get away fast enough. Fuck it. She thought quietly. She pressed her back against the wall and allowed the warm water to trickle down her face. Water ran over her slightly parted lips as the light from the open window sent god rays tracing around her skin. It almost left a rainbow sparkling on the air in the dingy dirty bathroom.
The shower didn't even have a shower curtain. Bits of water pattered onto the floor as Bianca stepped out. She didn't grab her own clothes. Instead she moved through the closet and found some shorts that belonged to Tamara. Soft pink shorts of a cotton fabric and said booty-licious across the back. Not something she would ever buy for herself, but shorts were shorts and it was hot. She pulled on one of Tamara's black tank tops and an old hoody and pulled her hair back.
Bianca let her hair fall over one shoulder as she looked at one of the packages Tamara had accidentally left behind. She wanted to open it. Her curiousity was greater than her sense of caution sometimes, but she picked the package up and stuffed it under her arm. Bringing it downstairs Bianca got ready to face the firing squad. She was sure that in the next hour or so her car would be fixed and she'd be expected to hit the bricks. Either that or she would get downstairs and find the cops waiting for her. Either way she wasn't really looking forward to today's eents. All of her options really just kind of sucked.
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Jul 30, 2019 19:23:44 GMT
Post by Tamara Lyell on Jul 30, 2019 19:23:44 GMT
Bouncing down the stairs, two steps at a time, Tamara thought about the packages that had just arrived, hoping they'd contain parts and gear needed to get a few of the cars occupying space around the garage out of their spaces and back out onto the road. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she stepped out into the garage and walked straight over to the packages, which the postal service had left on the floor, one on top of a second and one sitting next to it.
Picking up the first two packages, she walked over to a nearby work counter and set them down, letting out a quiet 'whoosh!' as she did. These must be the two starters I ordered, she thought, remembering that two of the vehicles outside needed replacement starters. Opening them up, she carefully took out each starter, examining both of them carefully and making sure they were good to go. Let me think...this one goes to the Tundra 4-by and this one goes to that jet-black Dodge Ram, she mused, setting each one down and making sure they couldn't be knocked down onto the floor...
The shower didn't even have a shower curtain. Bits of water pattered onto the floor as Bianca stepped out. She didn't grab her own clothes. Instead she moved through the closet and found some shorts that belonged to Tamara. Soft pink shorts of a cotton fabric and said booty-licious across the back. Not something she would ever buy for herself, but shorts were shorts and it was hot. She pulled on one of Tamara's black tank tops and an old hoody and pulled her hair back.
Bianca let her hair fall over one shoulder as she looked at one of the packages Tamara had accidentally left behind. She wanted to open it. Her curiousity was greater than her sense of caution sometimes, but she picked the package up and stuffed it under her arm. Bringing it downstairs Bianca got ready to face the firing squad. She was sure that in the next hour or so her car would be fixed and she'd be expected to hit the bricks. Either that or she would get downstairs and find the cops waiting for her. Either way she wasn't really looking forward to today's eents. All of her options really just kind of sucked.
Hearing someone behind her, Tamara turned and smiled; it was Bianca, holding one of the three delivered packages. "Hey, babe," Tamara said, pointing towards the package Bianca was holding. "I see you found the package of spark plugs and wiring I ordered; you gonna' open it or should I open it and show you what's inside?" a sly smile across her face as she spoke.
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Post by bianca on Aug 3, 2019 0:25:15 GMT
* Truthfully, Bianca had no earthly idea what a spark plug was. The reference sounded vaguely familiar she wasn't a complete airhead, but she had no idea what it did or what it was used for. She handed her the box with a swish of her hips as she shifted her weight to one side.
"No. I believe you. It's spark plug thingies." She said with shrug of her shoulders. She did smile however at the name. She called her babe again. It was more than once she had done that this morning. Not the usual cold shoulder you got when someoen was subtly signalling that the screw was fun but it was time to hit the bricks. Bianca could see her car sitting in the garage about to be worked on.
She didn't like the idea that if her car got fixed she would be out of here more than likely. She just couldn't think of a good enough excuse to stay and stick around. Not one that didn't make her seem clingy and deserpate. But she was in a way desperate. She craved the attention that Tamara had given her. It felt nice to be wanted and actually thought of as more than a booty call.
Bianca handed over the box and leaned under the hood of her own car. Her stolen car mind you and when Tamara wasn't looking Bianca reached down and ripped out a bunch of random wires and electronics and tossed them on the ground. Casually and slyly kicking them under a toolbox so they wouldn't be discovered. "How much work you got this morning hun?" She asked sweetly trying to see if she could endear herself into a helping roll. POSTGOESHERE TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by Tamara Lyell on Aug 7, 2019 3:47:14 GMT
"No. I believe you. It's spark plug thingies." She said with shrug of her shoulders. She did smile however at the name. She called her babe again. It was more than once she had done that this morning. Not the usual cold shoulder you got when someone was subtly signalling that the screw was fun but it was time to hit the bricks. Bianca could see her car sitting in the garage about to be worked on.
"Yeah, spark plugs and spark plug wiring," Tamara replied, taking the box from her and walking over to the Lincoln, which was sitting in the garage, ready to be worked on. Going over in her mind everything that needed to be done - one of her mechanics having already worked over it to see what was busted and wrong with it, left a note for her about it - she popped the hood and, even after noticing some of the wiring having been removed (that seemed odd, she thought), told Bianca everything about the car that was busted, broken or needed to be fixed.
"I had one of the other wrenchheads come in overnight while we were...indisposed upstairs," Tamara said, "and he left a note about what was wrong. Good news: the engine's in decent shape, transmission's good to go and the tires look plenty good. Bad news: the engine timing's shot to hell and it needs a new starter. Come on, I'll explain what I'm doing as I'm going along," she said, waving Bianca over to watch. Changing out the spark plugs and wiring, she explained in detail how the plugs worked and how they fired the engine with electricity generated from the battery; pausing to look around for the missing wiring, Tamara shrugged and said to Bianca, "I'll just put the new wiring in..."
Before she could finish, she caught sight of someone pulling off the road and into the driveway in front of the garage; out stepped several of the meanest, foul-looking motherfuckers in the Motor City. "Bianca," Tamara whispered quietly to her, "stay behind me," pausing as she stepped out from around the front of the car. "Excuse me, gents," she asked with a sly, 'who the fuck are you?' style grin, "what seems to be the problem?"
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