Standard Disclaimers: Although the characters in this “uber” story may physically resemble characters that are owned by Renaissance Pictures that’s where the resemblance ends. These girls, for better or worse, belong to me, and I’ll do with them as I wish. You however, have to ask to play with them.  I’m stingy that way.

Hurt Comfort Disclaimer: Did you ever rip the head off your Ken doll when you were a kid then have Barbie’s “roommate” Shamika help her work through the loss? Uh huh, sure you did, well it is kind of like that.

Subtext Disclaimer: Please be forewarned that this story contains explicit and graphic sex between two consenting adult females.  If you are under the age of 18… um, then you’re still jailbait, and you need to go check out a book or a video…. Hey, might I suggest Anne of Green Gables? That Megan Fellows is really ho…um, ok, never mind. Where was I? Oh yeah, if this material is illegal in the Country/State/Hovel that you live in, then you should stop reading now and my condolences go out to you. In fact, I suggest you get yourself a U-haul and a nice Internet girlfriend and move the heck up out of Dodge.

Gina Dart’s Wonder Wand™ Disclaimer: IIIIIttttt’s Baaaack! There be adult toys in this here story!

Companion Piece Disclaimer: This story was meant to be a companion Piece to That Which Does Not Kill US… Although, there are a few references that you may miss entirely it is not necessary to read that story to understand this one.

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“Reagan, are you sure you want to do this?”

Reagan sighed and sipped her black coffee before answering.

“I am positive. I am already working 30 hours a week and my parents have mortgaged the farm to the hilt. There is no other way.”

Stephanie looked at the slight girl in front of her and stated quietly, “There is always another way, Reagan. I know it seems like this is what you need to do to get by at the moment, but this is not a game. I am very selective in who I allow to work for me. You will be sleeping with the most powerful men and women in the known world. If at any moment I suspect that you are being indiscrete in anyway, I will cease and desist, any and all contact with you. Do you understand?”

Reagan nodded, still not looking up from her coffee. “Reagan, please look at me, hun. Are you sure this is the only way that you can do this?  Don’t they offer you grants in law school?”

Reagan shook her head vigorously. “You don’t understand. My parents mortgaged their house to the fullest to get me through my first four years. When I decided to go to law school, there was nothing left. I applied for every loan, grant, and scholarship that is available. My mother needed back surgery while my father was in between crops and, well, there was no insurance and no money to pay so I had to give them some of my scholarship money. I wait tables on the weekends and after classes, but that is getting to be too much. The average cost of law school here at Columbia is about $45,000 a year, my GPA has already dropped, and if I don’t stop working these hours I will lose half my scholarships. I either work to pay for school, or stop working and have to drop out because I can’t pay.”

Stephanie sat back in her chair for a moment, tapping short manicured nails on the table before opening the manila folder in front of her. She grinned as she remembered the dumbstruck look on Reagan’s face as she had handed her the application.

“This is a pretty complicated application, Stephanie.” Reagan quipped nervously, stomach churning.

Stephanie chuckled understandingly. “Would you believe I actually pay my taxes, too? This kind of information is to keep the Feds off of my ass if they ever come sniffing around. The personal stuff is used to make compatible matches. We want the girls to be as happy as the client so we keep good employees as well as happy, return clients.”

Reagan had diligently filled out the information until she got to the position requested.

Stephanie sat with her arms crossed in front of her and waited for the inevitable question.

“Um…Stephanie what do I put in this spot?”

“What spot is that, Reagan?” Stephanie asked, as she made a big show of looking at the woman’s neatly filled out application. “Oh, I see. You would put professional escort, hun.”

“Oh…ok.”  Reagan shakily wrote down the information and handed the application to Stephanie.

“Ok, Reagan, here is your new hire package; your temporary medical cards are inside. You will also receive a small clothes stipend that should be used only at the shops that are on the approved list. Of course you know that your position with me is contingent on the fact that you will pass your drug test, background check, and physical?” Stephanie loved this part.

“Physical? I have to take a physical?”  Reagan ran a small hand through her short blond hair nervously.

“Well yeah, hun. Didn’t your friend Lisa tell you? We have to make sure we are not passing anything around, don’t we? Don’t worry about it, hun, this doctor is good and he has no idea what the physical is for. He just gives you the normal checks and a gynecological exam. Nothing to worry about. I will get the background check started and you can go take your physical today, if you like. I would suggest you do it today if you’re off, because the sooner everything is approved, the sooner you can begin earning money. By the way, this is all explained in your employee handbook that you have in that envelope.”  Stephanie chuckled at Reagan’s incredulous expression.

“Anyway, as I was saying, we rarely take unknowns, so our services are very safe. The way it works is, a client pays me a large lump sum fee for the use of my international services, then he or she can call and get a date anywhere in the United States, most of Europe, and China. Here in the US, the client pays the girl a thousand dollars for two hours work. Anything over two hours and the rate is normally $750.00 per half an hour or $4500.00 for a whole night. I suggest that you don’t deviate from that rate.  A freebee here and there can cost you a lot of money.”

Reagan was wide eyed again. “People are not going to pay  $4500.00 for a night with me!”

“Reagan, they will more than likely pay more. The $4500.00 is just what they pay you. They have to pay me a lump sum up front to set up the date.  I have to tell you, though, that this is not something that you will write home about. What about boyfriends, or should I say girlfriends since it says here that you prefer women?”

“No, no there is no one.”  Reagan ignored the gnawing ache in her stomach at the fact that she was once again single and alone. School studying and her part time job were her life, and she tried to tell her self that at night when she fell asleep, alone in her bed.

Stephanie looked at the slight girl in front of her, and for a moment, regretted the desperation that this girl was obviously suffering to have considered such a drastic solution.

Reagan noted the momentary slip of the cold mask of the impeccably dressed woman in front of her. The emotion was gone so fast that Reagan halfway suspected that it was her own mind trying to bring some human emotion to her own desperate situation. She looked down at her thick new hire package and thought how funny it was that this was the first job that she had ever had that offered full comprehensive benefits…including optical which was unheard of.

“Ok then,” Stephanie, said abruptly with her hand out and her cell phone already to her ear. “It was nice to meet you, Reagan. I will call you when the results of your physical and background check are in, but I will say ahead of time, welcome to the company.” After a quick shake, Stephanie was already on her way out the door leaving Reagan with her hand still out and a polite goodbye frozen on her lips.

Reagan sat back down in her chair and exhaled as if she had been holding her breath the whole time Stephanie was there. The whole process had been painless. So painless, in fact, that when she had first talked to Lisa about becoming a call girl, over drinks, they had both laughed and tipsily ran down to the mall to take the obligatory 3X5 picture that was needed to be considered to be one of “Stephanie’s girls”. Lisa, who worked for Stephanie in a clerical capacity, had told Reagan about the type of money the call girls must have been bringing in within a year.  It had been an easy way to relieve some of the stress that school was putting on both of them. Neither of them expected Stephanie to call Reagan back. Reagan had kept the meeting with Stephanie a secret from Lisa, who for the most part thought the whole thing was a joke.

Reagan declined the offer of another coffee from the waitress, Agnes, and stood up. Feeling dizzy, she grabbed hold of Agnes to steady herself.  The older lady held on to Regean’s forearm until she was sure she wouldn’t fall.

“Are you OK, Reagan?”

“Yeah… I guess I just got up too fast”, Reagan answered and pulled out a dollar to pay for her coffee.” Reagan winced as she wondered why it was becoming so easy to lie now. A day ago she lied to her parents when they asked her if she had enough money. She lied to her friends when they asked about her health.

“Oh no, Reagan, the tab and the tip have already been taken care of. You just sit here as long as you need to catch your breath.”

Regean nodded gratefully to the motherly figure and sat back down for a moment her hands resting on top of the thick white envelope that held her information. Taking out the physician’s information she sighed when she saw that it was only a few blocks from the café so she would not have to spend money on a cab. Standing up carefully, she waved at the motherly waitress who was now serving another customer and turned to leave the café unaware of the concerned blue eyes that followed her progress.

Agnes hurried over to the tall, good-looking woman sitting in station ten. Expecting her to place an order, Agnes raised her pad and started to tell her the specials.

“Ok, our specials for today are…”

“Nothing to eat thank you.” The woman cut her off brusquely. “What’s wrong with her? She looked sick.” The tall woman asked, a small frown creasing her brow.

“Oh, you mean the girl whose tab you picked up? Well, she said she got up too fast but I see hundreds like her every semester. Ain’t nothing a good night’s sleep and a few good meals wouldn’t take care of. The students here sometimes push themselves too hard. I’ve seen that one in here all hours of the night, always alone and always studying some thick book or something.  I make her eat when I can, even though she says she don’t have no money. I get one dinner here and I sure could do with missing a few meals here and there.” Agnes patted her almost non-existent belly for emphasis.

“You know,” the waitress’s voice got contemplative, “I’ve seen ’em come and go. Some make it and some don’t. But it is the ones like her that I feel almost sorry for. I know I’ll never make the kind of money that no big-time lawyer would, but that one and those like her, they are bound and determined to make it or die trying.”

 She sighed and absently dropped the receipt on the table. “I just hope she has someone. What good is working that hard if you have no one to share it with? Not worth it if you ask me.” Agnes observed and left to fill another empty coffee cup.

Mica looked down at the receipt in front of her.

THREE CUPS OF COFFEE: $3.25. Preprinted on the receipt where the words Please note tip not included with price. 

The dark woman looked at the preprinted ‘Have A Nice Day’ and Agnes’s boldly scrawled signature, deep in thought.

“You’re right Agnes, it isn’t worth it at all,” she murmurs to herself.

The dark woman stood to her full height of 6’1”, ignoring the appreciative looks from the college students in the café. Took one swig of her coffee as she tossed back the side of her leather trench coat, and reached into the back pocket of her tight blue jeans.  She pulled out a roll of bills and absently threw a fifty-dollar bill on the table and stalked to the front door.

“Hey, wait, you forgot your change.” Agnes stood at the other side of the café holding up the fifty-dollar bill so that the stranger could see the bill she had left.

The tall woman turned around as she pushed open the glass door with her back to enter the cold October evening. Pausing, she looked at the matronly caramel-skinned woman for a moment. Then a large smile spread across well-proportioned lips and bright teeth made an appearance for the first time in a very long time.

“You uh…forgot your change.” Agnes repeated, just as enthralled as the eight or nine college students who were all still riveted by the beautiful stranger.

“No I didn’t, gorgeous,” and with a seductive wink and an air kiss, the stranger left the warm café and the fiercely blushing grandmother of three to the good-natured heckling of the envious Columbia University students.

Agnes stared after the dark beauty for a moment, her 53-year-old brown face not looking a day over 35, as a grin of wonder spread over it. Agnes laughed out loud and stuffed the money down deep in her apron pocket already thinking of the three pair of new shoes the money would help buy.

Turning to her would-be tormentors, Agnes hollered at the top of her lungs, “Y’all better shut up or y’all gonna get decaf. Ya here me?” Her good-natured grin belied her threats as she poured more coffee for the students. “Y’all obviously forgot who y’all was foolin’ with.”  Agnes’s grin was firmly in place for the rest of the night.

The dark-haired stranger trudged soundlessly down the sidewalk, seemingly unaware and uncaring about the imposing figure she cut in the town of look-alike college students and equally unimpressive professionals. Long fingers flexed powerfully as they were pushed into black leather form-fitting gloves. Without breaking stride, she reached gloved fingers into the right pocket of the black leather trench coat and pulled out the chirping silver cell phone.

“Yeah?” she answered gruffly.

Then more gently “Yeah, she is. How did she seem to you? She isn’t going to back out is she?” The tall figure stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, one gloved hand on a jean-clad hip, as she listened to the person on the other end of the cell phone attentively. Dark hair cascaded forward, as the imposing figure looked down at her own polished black boots.

“Ok. Yes, I understand. You too. Goodbye, Stephanie.” The stranger continued down the sidewalk. Glacial blue eyes warmed as she thought about the girl that could possibly enter her life in the near future. Reagan! The thought of her name threatened to make her grin again.

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Reagan sat nervously in the impeccably decorated lobby of Cupid’s Arrow Enterprises. The beautiful receptionist stood and smiled.

“Stephanie will see you now, Reagan.”

Reagan smiled feebly, feeling shabby in her worn jeans and sweater. My god even the receptionist wears Donna Karan? Nervously rubbing her moist palms on her jeans, she entered Stephanie’s large office. Stephanie looked to be finishing up a telephone conversation in a dialect Reagan could not place and pointed to a chair across from her.

Stephanie hung up the phone and grinned widely at her visitor.

“Reagan, it’s good to see you again.”

Reagan smiled back nervously and returned Stephanie’s greeting, or at least she thought she did. Stephanie walked over to a large file cabinet and pulled out a file folder and walked over to her desk as she opened it.

“Well all your paperwork came back clean so you’re ready to start earning money if you still think you are ready for this.”

“I’m ready,” Reagan answered flatly.

“Good.”

Stephanie seemed to ignore, or not be aware, as the vitality in Reagan’s hazel eyes slowly ebbed away and the reality of what she was about to do hit her fully in the solar plexus. She had no other choice did she?

“Reagan?” Stephanie’s use of her name caused Reagan to jerk back to reality.

“I think I may have found a situation for you that may work to both of our advantages. A very important client has requested that she be allowed to have only one-person service her needs exclusively. This is very unusual in its self since most of our clients like variety. The amount of money she is willing to pay to the lucky candidate is phenomenal.” 

“What exactly does phenomenal mean?” Regan asked suspiciously.

Stephanie pushed a document forward. The document looked like some sort of formal contract in which a large sum of money was highlighted.

Reagan’s eyes grew large as she stared at the numbers in front of her.

“Is this for real?”

“It’s very real, Reagan. I have already banked the first two payments from the client.”

“So if I date this client I will get this money when?”

“Well, the figure you see there will be divided into equal weekly installments. Depending on however long the assignment lasts, either client or escort can cancel the contract anytime, you would then be paid based on the number of weeks you had worked.”

“What about my schooling?” Reagan asked.

“Mica is aware of your schooling and has agreed not to interfere with that in anyway. She does request that you give her your schedule and that all Saturdays be kept free for her.”

“Mica?” Reagan mulled over the request in her head.

“I don’t know, Stephanie. This special thing seems to be a little more personal than I am necessarily willing to get.”

“I understand your concern, Reagan, I just thought this might be the opportunity for you to make the money that you need for school the quickest. I will be happy to give this opportunity to one of my more experienced girls.”

“Uh, no, Stephanie. Wait …do I have to tell you now?”

“No, Reagan, you don’t. I just don’t want to keep this client waiting. She is paying us a lot of money for this service and I would hate to keep her waiting any longer than I have to.”

“I understand. May I let you know tomorrow morning?”

“I’ll look forward to hearing from you.”  Stephanie stood up abruptly and stuck out her hand

Reagan took that as her cue, shook Stephanie’s hand and left the offices of Cupid’s Arrow Enterprises.

Reagan didn’t even remember her bus ride home as she sat contemplating her decision, wondering if there was some other way to gain the money back that she had spent on her mother’s surgery.

Reagan climbed the stairs to her 3^rd floor studio apartment and opening the door, Reagan was greeted by the loud meowing of her cat, Miss Muffin. Reagan had rescued Miss Muffin from a garbage can that sat below her window.  Miss Muffin had been wailing plaintively for an hour before Reagan had given up and went looking for what she had assumed would be a scrawny ally cat. What she found instead was a very fat dirty white half-Persian mix. The yowling had been because the little fatty had hopped down into the garbage can, probably after a snack, and had been unable to hop her chunky ass back out.

Reagan had been unsuccessful in finding the cat’s owners after checking the Humane Society and putting up pictures all over town. Muffin’s vet bills and subsequent grooming were paid for buy the Humane Society in exchange for Reagan keeping her and not bringing her in.

Reagan plopped down on the neatly made mattress on the floor of the one room studio.  Miss Muffin promptly walked on to her lap, and purring gently, settled down over Reagan’s short legs like a warm afghan. Looking up accusingly at her owner for ignoring her for so long, she slowly closed her one blue eye then finally the other green eye.

“Sorry, baby. Mama had to go sell her body for ten thousand dollars a week.”

At the sound of Reagan’s voice, the obese little diva lifted her round head and eyed Reagan with one open blue eye for a moment before yawning and turning away disbelievingly.

“Hey, honest, somebody is actually willing to pay for my scrawny ass.” Reagan told her sturdy little roommate, unaware of the hot tears flowing down her pale cheeks.

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Mica stood in her living room looking across the city that was now her new home. Her business could be conducted from anywhere. Micas clients called her on one of two cell phones, both of which where equipped with 800 numbers, voice mail, and caller ID. Mica Black was in the business of protecting people and she was damn good at it. After a successful career in the military and then as a body guard to the stars, Mica had been able to put away a nice nest egg, as well as build her business to the point that she no longer had to supervise it on a daily basis. Mica only involved herself with clients that were million dollar contracts.  At thirty-two she was tired and lonely. 

Mica had not handled regular escort and protection jobs in five years, usually leaving those up to one of her employees. It had, therefore, been a fluke that she was even in the mall that day. Another fluke that she had turned, when the two women, one a thin blond the other a statuesque brunette, had disappeared into the photo booth together. She had stared because she had caught the blondes glowing smile as it disappeared behind the curtain. She checked on her client, who had disappeared into a private and secured jeweler room. Mica had walked over to lean against the side of the booth, for what she had not known, she only knew that the pounding in her heart dictated that she be near that smile and those eyes. Inside the booth, the two giggled as they discussed plans for the picture. Mica watched as the two sets of feet shifted under the short red curtain, easily figuring out that the smaller set of the two was the blond.

“I can’t believe we are doing this. We are sending this picture to a madam.”

“Not just any madam”, the other one slurred drunkenly. “I’m telling you, Stephanie is the biggest madam out there. She has clients and girls all over the world. You want to make money fast, this the way to do it.” The voice hiccuped then burped and giggled. Mica’s eyebrow shot up.

“You’ll have a Jag by fall,” another giggled.

The other voice answered quietly, “I don’t want a Jag, I just want to be a lawyer. I just want to help people…help my parents so they don’t have to struggle all the time.”

There was another long pause, as they both seemed to contemplate this then, one of them said, “Now get out of here before this Stephanie thinks we are a two for one deal.”

Mica was barely able to get away from the booth as the brunette came flying out of it, giggling loudly. Mica made it back to the jewelry store just as her client left the secure room with the black briefcase. Mica looked from one end of the mall and then the other and nodded for her client to go ahead of her. As Mica and her client left the mall, Mica, uncharacteristically, looked back, her heart jumping to her throat as the slight blond and her friend smiled down at the picture and laughed to each other.

Mica hurried ahead of her client and opened the door scanning the parking lot before gesturing for him to head over to the waiting limousine. Mica forced herself to not look back as the car speed away from the mall parking lot.

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It was ridiculous really, Mica had thought as she broodingly sorted through what amounted to hundreds of pictures, all of them with phone numbers, ages, and body dimensions written in painstakingly neat handwriting. Half of them were the coloring of the girl in the mall, so that left about four hundred girls to be combed through.

A side door opened and the woman known as Stephanie walked into the room. Almost as tall as Mica, she was a beautiful woman in her own right and Mica wondered why she felt nothing when looking at this woman but would go through all of this trouble to find a little snip of a girl.

“Find her yet?”

Mica absently shook her head.

After waking up with nightmares about the little blond for nearly four nights straight, Mica had contacted her twin sister, Raven. 

“Hey, Ray Ray, how’s business?”

“Mica?”

“Yup, the one and only.”

“Where the hell have you been Mica? I have been calling the office and leaving messages for you for weeks now.”

“I know. I’m sorry, Raven. How are you, baby sister?”

Raven smacked her lips at the little sister comment, its not like two minutes counted to most people, except for Mica, who for the most part never let her forget who was the oldest.

“I have been worried about you, Mica. What’s going on with you?”

Mica’s throat tightened as her sister’s concern became evident. Unlike most twins, Mica and Raven were more alike than not. Although Mica was certainly the more intimidating of the two, due to the extra 20 pounds of solid muscle that she had painstakingly added to her frame, Raven was the one voted “most likely to dole out an ass-kicking” in high school. Not that the always-moody Mica was not against a good brawl now and then, she was just less quick to anger. The twins were the product of a Native-American and African-American mother and a Greek father. All of which amounted to 6’1” of blue-eyed black-haired trouble.

“Raven, I need your help.”

Raven waited quietly. Mica never asked for help.

“I need to find someone, her name is Stephanie and she…well she is a madam. A pretty successful one from what I’ve heard.”

Raven inhaled, “Mica what have you gotten yourself into?”

“Raven, look please, there is nothing wrong. I just needed a change. The business is practically running itself and I needed a change of scenery.”

“Well, what is it with you and this Stephanie?”

“It isn’t her. It is someone that...may or may not work for her.”

“A ho’, Mica?”

“Raven, please, can you just do this for me?”

“Yeah, ok, but why not just give me the girl’s name. It is probably easier just to find her than the madam.”

“I don’t know it.”

“Ah, damn, Mica, come on now?”

“Raven, look, this is important ok…I need this. Please, Sis, can you just…do this for me? I promise I will explain later.”

Raven had quietly agreed and had called back 5 hours later with the number to Cupid’s Arrow Enterprises. After placing the call to Stephanie explaining that she, Mica Black, owner of Black’s Bodyguard Services, had an interest in one of Stephanie’s girls. Twenty-four hours later Mica sat in the small room with the photos spread out in front of her as she looked for the woman of her dreams.

The frown deepened noticeably as Stephanie once again popped in to check on her progress.  Mica was about to tell the woman that she would call her if and when she needed any help, when she came across the face that she had been looking for. The eyes looked browner in this picture than the green that she remembered them being, but Mica was sure this was the girl from the mall. She looked at the nervous smile and short blond locks that curled over the woman’s ears.

Turning the picture over, Mica smiled, sure she had found the right one: Reagan Malloy, age 26, law student, and height 5’3. Whew! Mica stopped, she was small. She had never dated anyone under 5’6” in her life.

“Did you find her?” Stephanie asked impatiently, leaning over to look at the picture Mica had been holding.

Scowling at Stephanie, Mica grudgingly handed over the picture to a totally unfazed Stephanie.

Stephanie frowned and said, “Be right back.”

Stephanie was back in minutes with picture in hand.

“Well I have good news and I have bad news. The bad news is that particular girl doesn’t work for me yet. The good news is that I have a meeting with her in 2 hours at the coffee shop on campus.”

Mica filled out the numerous documents required to become a client of Cupid’s Arrow.

“Why don’t you give me a number where I can contact you and I will let you know how the meeting goes?”

Mica gave Stephanie her cell phone number and amicably left the office, appearing to except Stephanie’s suggestion to go home and wait. The frown reappeared instantly as she walked out of the offices of Cupid’s Arrow Enterprises. She had hopped on her Black Honda Interceptor and had sped to the café arriving ahead of Stephanie and Reagan and had watched the whole transaction behind the guise of reading a newspaper. Her ever-present frown marring the otherwise beautiful face, as she watched Reagan stumble out the door.

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Now here she stood, two days later, waiting for a call that could mean business as usual or the end of life as she knew it. Mica looked out across the New York City skyline, the ever-present frown creasing her brow. She watched the hazy orange sky as the city awoke in front of her eyes. Cars flashed by far below as she watched and sipped her coffee and waited. 

The cell phone clipped to her belt chirped once before she answered it, glancing at the clock and setting her coffee down on the windowsill. 8:00 AM. Before she could say a word, the person on the other end of the phone began to talk. Mica listened; head bowed in thought for a moment, then closed the phone and clipped it back to her belt, never having uttered a word. Picking up the coffee cup, Mica stared once again at the skyline of New York City. A feral grin spread slowly across her face as she drained her cup and went to bed.

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“I am a little nervous,” she admitted to Stephanie after agreeing to give the arrangement with Mica a try. Reagan had immediately felt stupid for blurting out the comment to Stephanie, the woman had been nothing but professional to her. She probably had no idea what to say to Reagan. Reagan opened her mouth to apologize.

Stephanie cleared her throat. “Well…. I don’t usually do this but I can tell you that after having met Mica, I, um, wouldn’t mind servicing her myself.” She finished conspiratorially.

“Yeah?” Reagan croaked.

“Yup, the woman is gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous?” Regean repeated.

Stephanie was enjoying herself now. “Yeah you look up tall dark and gorgeous in the dictionary and they have a picture of her.”

“Then why the heck would you send me to someone like that? I mean don’t you have some nice regular looking housewives in need of a quickie or something? What would someone like that need a call girl for anyway?”

Stephanie’s voice slipped back into its professional persona. “Reagan we service all types of clients here and some of the women are beautiful. Most of them don’t have time for the small talk or the intricacies of clubs. We offer them instant companionship whenever they want. Some of them have never been with a woman and would like to try it in a no pressure atmosphere… There are many reasons that they come to us. Unattractiveness is usually not one of them.”

“I still don’t get it why would you send ME of all people to some rich beautiful woman on my first go?”

“She requested you.”

“What?”

“She requested that it be you.” Stephanie repeated herself calmly.

“But how is that possible? I only just started working for you.”

“Well she saw your picture Reagan and said you were the one she wanted.”

“She did?” Reagan asked tentatively. “But Stephanie are you sure it was my picture she saw? I mean it’s not like I’m all that great looking or anything.”

“Reagan I think you underestimate yourself and when you meet Mica Black you will see that she is not the type of person that is unsure of what she wants. If she requested you, then that’s what she wanted.”

“Ok …so what next?”

“Well this is not the norm, Reagan, so I am kind of playing it by ear. How would you like for me to just have Mica to call you? That way you could ask her how she wants to handle it?”

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“Hello?”

“Reagan Malloy?”

“Yes, this is she?”

“Hi, this is Mica Black. I believe you and I have a date tonight?”

“Um…yeah.” Reagan answered nervously, thinking whew, nice voice.

“Ok…well how about 7:00? We could go to dinner and maybe go dancing if you like.”

Reagan’s heart leaped in her throat. She hadn’t been sure what the protocol was for situations like this and she was glad that Mica was willing to lead.

“Sure, that sounds great.”

“It’s going to be a nice night tonight, and I only have my bike here right now, will that be ok? Otherwise I can get a cab.”

“No, no, I always wanted to ride on a motorcycle,” Reagan rushed to reassure her.

“Fine I will see you at 7:00 then.” She hung up before Reagan could say anything else.

What is it with beautiful women and lack of communication skills, Reagan had wondered?

Reagan studied herself in the mirror. Stephanie had said that Mica was very casual, so Reagan had dressed in plain black jeans, black boots, and a crisp white button down shirt with a ribbed tank top peaking from underneath. 

Grabbing Miss Muffin’s cat food from the pantry, she quickly poured some food in her bowl and skipped out of the way in order to make sure that she didn’t get a pant leg full of cat hair.  After taking one more nervous peak at herself in the mirror, Reagan grabbed her old comfy black leather jacket.

Opening the door she whispered, “I can do this”, and walked out into the hall.

Reagan’s apartment was about two blocks from Columbia University allowing her to walk to class, as she needed to. Due to the close proximity of Reagan’s apartment to Main Campus, parking was usually horrible, she expected Mica to have to circle so she made sure to stand as far out on the curb as possible so that she could jump on her bike fast if need be.

“Hey, Reagan, don’t you look nice tonight?”

Reagan groaned and turned with a polite smile plastered on her face.

“Hi, Danielle, Erica …hey Lisa.” Reagan looked at her friend who was apparently now hanging out with the two people that had hurt Reagan most in the world.

“Well what brings you out on a Saturday night Reagan?” Danielle asked nastily. “Surely you don’t have a date?”

“Come on, Danielle, why don’t you just quit?” Lisa tried to take up for her friend. “Come on let’s go up to my place.”

“Why Lisa, I just want to know if what you told us was true.”

Erica, Danielle’s girlfriend, snickered as Danielle invaded Reagan’s space by straightening the collar of her new white shirt.

Reagan looked swiftly over at Lisa who was already looking guiltily at the ground.

“Lisa?” Reagan silently begged her friend to look at her.  She could not believe that she would give Danielle any ammunition to hurt her with.

Reagan had dated Danielle for about 6 months last year. Danielle had cheated on Reagan by having sex with Erica during the entire time they were together. All of which was shouted to Reagan as she had grabbed her coat and ran out of Danielle’s apartment in tears after catching them at it.

“Come on, Reagan, its not as if I needed Lisa to tell me that you haven’t dated anyone since I broke up with you.”

Reagan looked sharply at Danielle. In truth she hadn’t dated anyone, but it wasn’t because of any deep-seated love for Danielle.  Relieved that Lisa had not told Danielle about the fact that they had sent her picture to a Madam, Reagan privately breathed a sigh of relief. It had hurt, because she had put up with a lot from Danielle to try to make the relationship work. She had been the one that had broken up with Danielle.  Danielle had not understood what the big deal was and had said she didn’t know that their relationship was an exclusive one and wanted another chance. Reagan, not known for being particularly stupid, had chosen to exit the relationship, leaving Danielle’s pride hurt in the process. Now, Danielle took every chance she could to dig at Reagan.

She was about to answer Danielle when the sound of a motorcycle turning the corner drew her attention. The rider pulled in front of the red curve and stood looking silently at the four people standing in front of the apartment.

The driver pulled off the helmet and looked at Reagan first then the other three women standing in front of the apartment. Reagan was riveted by ice blue eyes, long, black, straight hair, and dark skin. Long legs encased in tight blue jeans easily held up the street bike, as one booted foot rested casually on the curb.

“Fuck me.” Somebody uttered.

Reagan knew it wasn’t her, because her tongue was stuck to the roof her mouth.

The stare down lasted a few seconds more before Mica got off the bike and stood in front of it with her arms crossed. She stared at Reagan and the three stooges with a faintly amused look on her face.

“Shit, she is tall,” Reagan murmured.

”Reagan, is that yours? Why the hell didn’t you tell me.” Lisa asked.

“Why, so you can go tell your new friends?” Reagan regretted her harsh words but she was angry that Lisa had betrayed her like that. She had been there when Danielle and she had broken up.

As Reagan shyly approached the stranger on the street bike, she was trying to figure out what to say to Mica, who had a frown on her beautiful face. Mica unhooked an extra helmet from the back of the bike and wordlessly handed it to Reagan.

Her frown deepened as she looked at a very angry Danielle and a shocked Lisa and Erica.

She turned to Reagan and asked, “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, let’s just get out of here please.”

“Ok.” Mica nodded in the direction of the other two girls but met Danielle’s eyes in particular. She narrowed her eyes once, before placing her helmet on her head and hopping on the bike. Ignoring her audience of three, Mica’s quiet voice sounded in Reagan’s right ear. “I brought these helmets so that you can let me know if you need anything. Ok?”

“Ok.” Reagan answered nervously.

“Listen …you need to hold on a little tighter and sit a little closer. I don’t want you to go off the back.”

“Ok.”

Reagan obediently scooted closer and then inhaled sharply when an aroused shock went from her center and down her legs. Mica turned around and looked at her for a moment.  Reagan held her breath and waited for Mica to say something, her blue eyes hidden behind the dark tinted visor.

“You ok?” Her voice sounded concerned.

Reagan nodded her head and cleared her throat. “Yes, I am fine. First time on a motorcycle.”

The black helmet nodded and turned around and started the motorcycle, carefully easing them into traffic.

Reagan laid her head against Mica’s back as the dark woman expertly steered the bike through pockets of traffic. Reagan hung on to her like a second skin, though the fear had long since been replaced by the exhilaration of having the two powerful creatures between her legs, making her grin like the cat that got the canary.

Mica pulled up in front of a small brightly-lit restaurant 20 minutes after leaving the apartment. Reagan almost forgot about the speakers and nearly groaned in disappointment at not being able to hold on to Mica.

Mica pulled her helmet off of her head and, taking Reagan’s, strapped both of them on to the bike. Placing her hand on the small of Reagan’s back, she led her into the cozy restaurant.

They were immediately seated at a table near the window. Reagan hid behind a menu and thought about the imposing woman that she would be expected to make love to. No Reagan, she corrected herself, have sex with.

“Reagan, you ok?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry, Mica. I have never done this before.”

“I understand. Stephanie told me that I was your first client. Do you want to call this off?”

“NO…I uh.” Reagan looked down at the tablecloth in front of her and then back up at a frowning Mica, “I’m just a little nervous.”

Mica nodded once and then picked up her menu. Raven’s voice filtered into her consciousness. “Mica make sure you talk to her.” Mica looked up from her menu. “Do you know what you would like?”

“I was thinking one of the pasta dishes but they all look so good.” Reagan answered shyly.

The small talk eased Reagan’s tenseness immensely and she was warmed that this woman who obviously was not one for talking was making an effort to put her at ease. Mica asked her about school after they had placed their orders. Reagan had eagerly launched into a description of the JD program at Columbia. Mica was an attentive listener, quietly asking questions that would send Reagan into another spiel about this or that part of the justice system.

It was during a small break in the conversation that Reagan became aware that she had worked her way through two glasses of wine, two appetizers, her main course, half of Mica’s main course, two baskets of bread sticks, and two pieces of apple crumb pie.

“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was that hungry.” Reagan turned bright red.

“That’s what the food is there for Reagan.” Mica answered with an amused smirk and a raised brow. “Besides you looked like you were hungry. I only hope I bought enough money to pay for it all.” She teased.

Reagan continued to look down at her empty plate.

“Hey?” Mica reached across the table and lifted her head. “What’s wrong?”

Reagan just shook her head.

Mica was frowning now and she sat back in her chair and folded her long arms in front of her.

Reagan stood up. “Can you excuse me, I need to run to the ladies room?”

Reagan left the table and hurried in the direction she thought the restroom was. Upon entering, she noted that she was alone and quietly leaned up against the door and cried.

“God, I am so fucking stupid. She must be on that damn cell phone that she has clipped to her belt calling Stephanie to tell her what a sucky escort she sent her.”

Mica in fact was on her cell phone, but not to Stephanie. “Hey Ray Ray, I need to ask you something.”

“Mica it is 12:00 in the morning. Couldn’t it wait?” Raven sighed. “What’s wrong, sis?”

“I umm… well see I am on this date and I think I made her cry.”

“You made her cry? Aww Mic, what the hell did you do that for?”

“I DIDN’T MEAN…” Mica lowered her voice as a few people looked up from their meals. “I didn’t mean to, Ray. We were just talking and she started crying.”

“Well did you say something mean to her, Mica?”

“No.”

“Mic, are you sure?”

“I swear Ray I didn’t. She was enjoying herself and she kinda apologized for eating so much. I told her that it was ok, that she looked like she was hungry, and that I wasn’t sure I brought enough money with me. You know, teasing her like you said.”

There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “You told her she looked hungry, Mic?” Raven asked quietly.

“Yeah, something like that. Ray, you told me to talk a lot and I didn’t know what else to say. You know I don’t talk that much.”

“Sooo, you told the woman that she looked hungry? And that you hoped you brought enough money?” A long pause, “Mic, what the hell is wrong with you? You’re acting like you have never been out with a woman before. I’m the straight one, remember? You know you don’t say stuff like that to a woman.”

Mic sunk down lower in her seat, “I haven’t, Ray, not like her…she’s good for me, Ray. I can’t explain it, I just know. I screwed up didn’t I?”

“Hang on, Mica, where is she now?”

“She went to the bathroom.”

“OK, look here. The cool thing about being a woman is you get to follow her into the bathroom. Now you get in there and tell her that you’re sorry and that you were just being stupid. You beg her for another chance if you have to.”

“No way, Raven I am not going to beg anyone. I was just teasing her like you said, and she got all sensitive. She is the one that brought up the food, not me, and hell, you should have seen all the damn food she shoveled down….”

“Mica?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong with you? I never heard you talk so much. You’re not afraid are you?”

“Ray, what if she is mad at me? I didn’t mean to make her cry.”

“Ok. Look, Mica, you need to go see about your friend and just tell her that you’re sorry, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Hey, Mica?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop frowning.”

Mica wiped the frown off of her face. Well almost anyway.

“Ok.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Mica ended the call and gestured to the passing waiter.

“Is their something wrong ma’am?”

“No,” she said brusquely. “Can you give me two pieces of the pie that my friend had and… about two dozen of the chocolate covered strawberries and make that to go, please? My friend isn’t feeling well. Here is my card.” Mica handed the man her American Express and nervously headed for the women’s bathroom.

She opened the door slowly and saw Reagan splashing water onto her face. Her eyes were red rimmed.

“Reagan? Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Mica. Did I take to long?”

“Reagan, I’m sorry for making you cry.” Mica took a step closer, “I was only teasing you, ok? I didn’t mean it I was just trying to make it so you weren’t so nervous.”

“Mica, maybe you should have Stephanie get you someone that is better at this than I am. Hell, I can’t even keep a girlfriend happy let alone keep a complete stranger happy.”

The frown deepened on Mica’s forehead as she stepped away from Reagan and turned towards the door. A sharp pain began in her chest and dropped to her stomach. 

“I’ll be out front with the bike.” Mica told her, and walked out the door.

Reagan left the bathroom and went to pick up her jacket still laying on the back of the chair where she had left it. Picking up the jacket, she headed towards the front door.

“Ma’am,” the waiter that had served them was walking towards her with a white bag in his hand. “I tried to give this to your friend, but she said she didn’t want it. I already charged her card for it and she ran out of here so fast that I couldn’t tell her. I thought you might want them if she doesn’t.”

“What is it?”

“She asked for two pieces of the pie that you had for dessert and a few dozen of the large chocolate-covered strawberries.” Mica had said that she wasn’t much of a sweet eater so Reagan was pretty sure that she had ordered the dessert for her.

She took the white bag from the waiter and walked to the front of the restaurant where Mica waited. Mica handed her a black helmet and took the bag from her. She stuck it into a small compartment in the front of the motorcycle before getting back on and waiting for Reagan to hop on back.

Reagan cautiously wrapped her arms around Mica’s waist as Mica started the motorcycle. She jumped slightly as warm hands covered hers and squeezed gently.

“You need to hang on, Reagan.”

Reagan scooted closer and, as before, she was ready when Mica took off.

It took them longer to reach Reagan’s apartment than it did to get to the restaurant. Reagan was aware that this would more than likely be the last time that she saw this beautiful woman. So, she laced her hands around her tight abdomen and squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling the smell of vanilla and leather, unconsciously scooting closer to the warm body in front of her as they wove through traffic.

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In a high rise office building, a woman sits at her desk staring at a computer screen…

Damn. She turns in her chair and picks up a phone and pushes a speed dial button.

The phone is answered and she immediately begins speaking into the mouthpiece.

“The dark one, who else.”

“Yeah, she said it. I mean can you believe we give these people free will?”

“Ok thanks, my love. I hate to ask for help but this one was getting out of hand.”

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“Mica, I think you’re going the wrong way!”

“I know.”

“What are you doing?”

“I am taking you to my house.”

“I thought you were taking me home.”

“I need you to listen to me.”

“Mica, please take me...”

“I will, I promise, after I explain.”

“Mica, you’re scaring me. Please take me home now.”

Mica drove into the underground parking lot and parked the Interceptor. Standing up, she offered Reagan a hand in getting off the bike. When Reagan refused her hand, she shrugged and headed for the elevator without looking back. She stepped on the elevator and looked at Reagan, still sitting on the motorcycle.

“Wait.” Reagan yelled, and hopped off of the bike.

Mica reached out and stopped the elevator and held it while Reagan ran from the bike and jumped into the elevator, still looking at Mica warily. Mica stared back at her for a moment before jerking her towards her and covering her lips with a kiss. Reagan struggled for a moment and then relaxed in her arms.

The first kiss was far from gentle. Mica pushed Reagan against the side of the elevator and picked her up. Both helmets went crashing to the floor as Reagan instinctively wrapped her legs around Mica’s slender waist and pulled her close to her. They groaned mutually, as the elevator came to a halt and Reagan struggled to stand on her own feet as the doors opened.

“Shhhh. No, honey, we don’t have to stop. I’m the only one up here.”

Mica easily lifted Reagan as she carried her to the front door and pressed her there for more searing kisses. Reagan was getting more and more vocal with each second. Mica lifted her body higher, and with both hands cupping her buttocks, she used the door and her own strength to grind against the blonde’s center.

Mica pulled away from Reagan’s mouth and sat her back on her feet.  She unlocked the door quickly and pulled her smaller companion into the dimly lit room. Mica pressed her against the door again, pushing the leather jacket off of her shoulders and onto the floor while Reagan did the same with Mica’s leather trench. Reagan moaned as Mica’s hands cupped her full breasts. One hand pulled the shirt out of her waistband while the other continued to rub and squeeze her nipples through the cotton fabric of her shirt and bra. Mica finally got the shirt out of Reagan’s jeans and was able to slip both hands under her shirt and under the bra so that she was cupping her fully in her hands. Reagan swallowed her passionate moan. Mica, frustrated with the amount of time it was taking to feel the blonde’s skin, tore the shirt apart, sending buttons flying across the hard wood floor.

“Mica… Mica wait.”

“No. I don’t want to, Reagan. I need you now.”

Reagan tore her mouth away from Mica’s.

“Front, Mica, front.”

Mica growled and ripped the little clasps apart to free Reagan from her restraints.

Reagan in the mean time had done the same with Mica’s shirt and was about to work on the bra when she found herself picked up in the arms of her dark lover and carried into the living room.

Reagan jumped at a loud crash behind her and then her naked back was against a cool surface.  Reagan absently noted that the light was coming from a large built-in fish tank to her right.

Mica cupped one of Reagan’s breasts as her mouth closed around the nipple of the other one causing her to arch up off the table. Mica’s hands were frantically working at the snaps to Reagan’s jeans, which she finally was able to unfasten and yank down roughly over her hips. Reagan’s moist skin protested as she was pulled closer to the edge of the table. Mica was ripping off Reagan’s boot and tugging her pant leg off before she was back leaning over her and kissing her wildly, her tongue dueling with Reagan’s for domination. Reagan was feeling slightly vulnerable. Mica’s larger body was causing her to have to keep her legs open wide.

Mica’s hands finally grazed heated lips behind the cotton briefs. She paused there and gently stroked Reagan until Reagan’s head was thrashing back and forth on the table.

“Mica, please now!”

Mica bent quickly and gripped both sides of Reagan’s underwear, giving her free access to Reagan’s center. Scooting Reagan forward, Mica blew gently on Reagan’s hot center. In the dim light, she could see Reagan’s lips open like the petals of a flower. Mica closed her eyes and gently kissed her outer lips before, with a silent apology to Reagan for her haste, she proceeded to gently ease her tongue between Reagan’s outer lips to her wet center. 

Reagan was moaning now and it was driving Mica mad with every breathless groan and gasp. Mica sought to be closer to her. Reagan lifted her bottom from the table as Mica devoured her with abandon. Mica brought one hand up and rubbed Reagan’s clitoris gently, coating it with her juices before gently pushing into Reagan.

Reagan sobbed and arched her back as Mica continued to kiss, nibble, and lick her until she thought she would go crazy.

Mica added another finger to the one already inside Reagan’s tight canal. As she continued to suck gently at Reagan’s clitoris, she began to thrust deeply into Reagan, who was moving her hips with each thrust.

“Mica, please.”

Mica grabbed Reagan’s swollen clitoris between her lips and sucked hard. Reagan screamed with the power of the orgasm, sobbing as Mica continued to suck gently, but strongly, on her swollen clitoris.

Tears streaked Reagan’s face as she tried to wiggle away from Mica’s persistent lips.

“Mica, please baby, no more.”

But Mica was like a woman possessed.

“Mica, B…Baby, please, no more.”

Mica continued to lick and kiss Regean gently but firmly.

“Mica.” Reagan was sobbing again, “No more please.” Her hands wearily tried to push Mica away from her overly sensitive clitoris. But Mica only grabbed hold of her hips and pressed more firmly against her. Reagan felt her body begin to respond even as her mind told her that she was done.

“Mica, please,” she said desperately, as her body began to shudder low in her center. Mica continued to suck firmly on her clitoris.  When it hit Regean’s body, it arched high off of the table and if not for Mica’s strong hands she was sure she would have fallen right onto the floor.  Her hips began to writhe uncontrollably, but Mica held on and continued to love her even as she begged her to stop. After the last shudder left Reagan’s body, Mica was able to stop her heart beating in her ears. Her eyes closed as she sank to the floor.

Reagan and Mica stumbled like two drunks as they both divested themselves of the remainder of their clothes. They landed in a pile of naked arms and legs; both of them out before their heads fully hit the pillows.

Reagan was being teased by something delicious.

“Mmm,” she moaned and tried to move closer to whatever it was.

“Baby, I need you to please wake up.” Mica’s voice sounded desperate.

“Mmm...Mica, honey what…?”

Mica covered Reagan’s mouth with a feverish kiss that sent sharp electricity straight to her toes.

“Please, baby, I don’t know what’s wrong but I need you. Please.” Mica was nearly crying now.

Reagan grabbed Mica’s hands in hers and tried to hold the shaking woman to her.

“Mica…honey, what’s wrong?”

“Reagan, please, I need this now. I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest if I don’t have you now!”

Reagan placed her hands over Mica’s chest, her eyes growing large as she could practically see her hand move at the force of Mica’s heartbeat.

“Please, baby, I need you right now. Please don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you but I have to have you!”

Mica quickly got up out of the bed, helping Reagan up with her. Reagan was shaking. She was more afraid for Mica than for herself.  Mica held her close for a moment then turned her around towards the large window.

She gently placed Reagan’s hands on the windowsill.

Reagan looked back at Mica whose eyes were feverish and rivets of sweat were streaming down her forehead.

“It’s ok, baby. Just look out the window, honey. Just look out the window.”

Reagan inhaled as she felt something penetrate her steadily.

“Ugh, God, Mica.” Reagan’s knuckles whitened as she gripped onto the windowsill, her legs almost giving out on her.

“Shhh, baby, it’s ok. I won’t hurt you, I promise.” Mica groaned breathlessly.

Mica eased further into Reagan, gently pulling her back to meet each thrust of her hips. Mica feverishly wondered why she was moving so fast with Reagan; she couldn’t seem to help herself. That thought was pushed to the back of her mind; she had no choice. She had to be in her right now.

Mica finally had the phallus fully inside of Reagan. Vaguely she heard ragged breathing, but was unsure whom it was coming from. Her concentration was riveted on Reagan and the pleasure she was receiving from her right now.  Some part of her was horrified by her lack of control, but the other part of her was drowning in the pleasure she was getting from this woman.

“Reagan, you feel so good honey. You feel very good.” She moaned as she pulled Reagan’s moist hips into her. The phallus making wet sucking sounds as it exited and entered Reagan’s willing body.

Reagan straightened from her bent over position and clasped her hands behind Mica’s neck. Her eyes closed, as she to became lost in the passion.

“Mica, harder please, aahhh...”

Mica’s long arms wrapped around Reagan as she ground deeply into her. 

“Oh, God.”

Reagan and Mica dropped to the floor with Mica behind Reagan thrusting deeply into her as they both climaxed.

“Oh, God!” screamed Reagan.

“Reagan, oh, God, baby.” Mica called out seconds later.

Reagan’s breath came in gasps for several minutes before she was able to calm it. She could feel the rapid rise and fall of Mica’s stomach because she had collapsed on her back; her forearms braced at either side of Reagan’s shoulders as they both caught their breath. A few moments later, Reagan’s eyes popped open as she watched a large brown hand cover the back of her hand and lace through her splayed fingers. Her eyes closed slowly as she groaned in time with the slow deep thrusting that had resumed behind her.

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The cabby watched as the tall blond threw money through his window and sprinted into the building. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had seen someone move that fast in such a tight-ass skirt.

Stephanie burst into her home and was immediately assailed with the loud roaring from a vacuum cleaner.  Looking around frantically, she ran into the family room and immediately saw her large blond husband dancing around with two surprisingly fast asleep babies strapped on his back in a baby carrier. The second reason that he hadn’t answered the phone immediately obvious to Stephanie.

Stephanie, wild-eyed by this time, ran up and grabbed him by the forearm. He looked up startled as he noticed his wife’s mouth moving

“Huh? Oh, hi, hun. What are you doing home already?”

She snatched off his ear phones and yelled at the top of her lungs “TURN THEM OFF…TURN THEM OFF…TURN THEM OFF!”

“What? He asked her dazedly then realization dawned on him. “Ohhh shit. Ohhh shit!”

He Snapped his fingers and both Mica and Reagan passed out on the floor exhausted.

“Um… do I want to look?” He asked tentatively

Stephanie glared at him for a moment and shook her head. “What the hell were you thinking, Cue? I mean, their pheromones are nothing to fool with. You know how sensitive we humans are?  You can’t go and screw with their pheromones and then leave them to their own devices. That poor girl will probably run screaming from that apartment. That is when she regains consciousness.”

 Stephanie walked into their home office and plopped down into her desk chair. After a few pecks on the keyboard, she pulled up Mica and Reagan. She barely acknowledged Cupid when he entered the home office.

“I’m sorry, Steph.” Cue tried to look contrite.  Then he noticeably brightened as he saw the two wrapped around each other as they slept. “They looked like they enjoyed it though.”

Stephanie sighed and shook her head. What could she say she loved the big oaf? One of the reasons why he stayed home with the kids and she worked was because the original god of love he may be…but he had no brains for the business. Shooting arrows Willy Nilly and making people genuinely miserable didn’t work anymore. They had decided to swap jobs years ago and it had suited both of them just fine. After that last snafu with the tattoo and those poor girls in Seattle, Stephanie had decided to try to keep him away from the office as much as possible. She only wished that she had thought about that before she had asked for his help on this one.

“You look nice today, hun.” She took in his plaid shorts and all-star sneakers with a loving smile.

“Thanks, baby,” he sucked his tummy in and pushed his bare chest out.

“How have my boys been today? Huh you been good boys for moma?” Stephanie picked up one of the twins and Cupid followed with the other into their bedroom where she laid both of them down. After staring at them lovingly for a few minutes, she left the room with Cupid in tow.

“I’m really sorry, hun.” He said, blinking his baby blues for all he was worth.

“That’s ok, babe. I should have just let them work it out for themselves.”

“I don’t know, babe. Dealing with those two soul fragments is always tough. They always seem to do something to screw it up. Especially the dark one. Whew you wouldn’t believe the stuff she would pull. That whole Marc Anthony debacle almost made me give up and call Mother.”

“Oh, uh uh, we are not calling your mother to bail us out of this one. Come on, I have an idea. Stephanie pulled him back into their home office and booted up their desktop computer again.

“OK. Well, you know Reagan is going to be scared shitless when she wakes up…”

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Reagan was scared shitless when she woke up. She looked over at the woman who even in her sleep had a frown on her beautiful face.  Sitting up in bed, Reagan, as quietly as possible looked around for her pants, which she found lying underneath what she had mistaken for a high table or counter in her sexually induced haze.  It was actually a baby grand piano. Reagan tugged on her T-shirt and leaving her shirt unbuttoned looked around anxiously for her panties. After a few minutes she gave up and just slipped on her jeans and with her boots in her hand she closed the door quietly behind her.

Reagan ran past the doorman who was looking at her unkempt appearance with a mildly amused look. Reagan ran for a half a block before she stopped at a bus stop to put on and boots. Her hands shook as she tied her shoelaces and she wiped her hands on her pant leg as she waited nervously for the bus.

It came in a few minutes and Reagan walked back to the rear and sat down exhausted. She blushed as she could still feel the evidence of her night with Mica in her crotch. Pulling her legs together tightly, she stared out the window as the bus made its rounds.

It was nearly two transfers and two hours later, before Reagan stepped off of the bus two blocks from her apartment. She felt like her heart was breaking. What had she expected? Mica had hired a call girl to have sex with and that’s what she had gotten. There is no way she was going to stick around and fall in love with this woman and then be told thanks for your services, there’s the door. At least both of them had seemed to enjoy it.

“You are so stupid Reagan Malloy.”

Reagan’s heart went ahead and broke as she remembered how Mica had held her after they had made love… and the look. You always want the ones that can’t love you back.

Reagan was grateful that Mr. Elliot had said he would save her job at the bookstore for a few weeks, just in case her new job didn’t work out. There was no way she could work for Stephanie now. She was determined that she was also going to stay as far away from Mica Black as she could get. She would not risk being hurt and she had a feeling that if she stuck around, Mica could make the Danielle incident look like a Disney movie.

Reagan got off the bus and walked the two blocks to her house. The sun shone annoyingly bright in the sky, but Reagan still shivered as she thought about last night’s ‘sex-capade’. She had never felt anything like that; never thought ANYONE would feel like that towards her let alone act on it. She had never felt that much pleasure in her life. God, if it is always like that with her, I would be dead before I am thirty. Reagan’s heart dropped as she realized the enormity of the statement. It wasn’t as if she would ever see Mica again.

She turned the corner and slowed her pace as she saw that Danielle was waiting on the steps of her apartment. And I figured this weekend couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“So you finally decided to come home, huh? What did you do, spend the night with your little girlfriend?” Danielle’s face had an ugly red tinge to it. Reagan shook her head and wondered what she had ever seen in this girl.

“Danielle, please, I just want to go up stairs and take a nap, ok?  I’m tired.” Reagan tried to get past Danielle, but Danielle grabbed her shoulders and stopped her.

Reagan looked at the hands on her shoulders then up at Danielle’s blue eyes. So unlike Mica’s, she thought. Mica, for all her frowning, had the warmest blue eyes. Her tan skin offset them so well.

“Danielle, take your hands off of me.” Reagan demanded coldly.

Danielle looked at her in surprise for a second, then let go of her shoulders. “Sorry about that, Reagan. Um…listen, I didn’t come here to fight. I wanted to talk to you. I told Erica last night that it is over. I made a mistake when I let you go. I realize now that you are a wonderful woman and I want you back in my life.”

Reagan felt a smile break out over her face. She opened her mouth to tell Danielle to go to hell when the loud roar of a speeding motorcycle interrupted her.

Mica rode up on her bike, long hair streaming behind her. When she had woken up and rolled over to hold Reagan and found her gone, she had torn through the penthouse looking for her and then had dressed quickly and ran out to find her. She had been so preoccupied, that she hadn’t bothered to put on a helmet only remembering the sunglasses when the sun had almost blinded her upon exiting the parking structure.

Her eyes totally hidden behind the glasses, she cut the engine and looked from Reagan to Danielle and back again before asking quietly, “Reagan, may I speak to you for a moment?”

“She’s busy.” Danielle stated snidely.

Both Reagan and Mica ignored her though and Reagan walked up to the bike.

“Why did you leave without saying anything?” Mica asked quietly so as not to be overheard by Danielle who was fuming on the stairs.

“I don’t know.” Reagan lied.

“I…” Mica stopped to gather her erratic thoughts. “I’m sorry about last night I don’t know what came over me. I really did bring you to my place to talk. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. I don’t know how it got so out of hand, I am usually much better at controlling myself.” Her smile looked more like a grimace as she blurted out her thoughts.

“Mica, to be honest that’s not why I left.”

“Then why, Reagan?”

Reagan had to look away from Mica or she was sure she would give it all up right then and there.

“Mica…I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”  She heard herself say the words but didn’t even know her mouth had moved.

“Reagan please let me explain.” Mica’s voice had lowered a few octaves.

 Danielle approached them her face reddened with anger; she wasn’t used to being ignored.

“You heard her…she doesn’t want to see you again. Now why don’t you get on your little bicycle and move off? She is back with me now and I’ll be damned if you will ever see her again.”  Danielle put her arm around Reagan’s shoulders with a self-satisfied smile.

Mica threw the kickstand down and hopped off of her bike so fast, that both Reagan and Danielle barely had enough time to jump before she was right on top of them.

She got right up in Danielle’s face and pushed her leather trench coat back, the mirrored lenses of her sunglasses showing Danielle her own nervous-eyed expression. Danielle was just realizing the mistake she had made when she felt a force to her sternum so hard that it knocked the breath out of her.

“Then you’ll be wanting those back won’t you?” Mica growled as Danielle dropped to the ground clutching her chest and gasping for breath, her skin turning a deathly pale from lack of oxygen.

Reagan tried to keep Danielle from hitting the ground but was unsuccessful. “