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Chapter XVIII – Empire State of Mind – Lead Pussycat
Diane nodded quickly, and exchanged looks with Jenna. They both began to make a show of being concerned about Bette’s headache, who pretended to swallow some caplets. Bette gave Jenna a quick kiss, and made a show of gently dissuading Jenna from joining her as she left the club.
Five minutes later, as the DJ was spinning a pulsating mix of an old clubhouse favorite, Eve bounced over to join Jenna and Diane.
“I saw Bette leave, holding her head. Is she ok?”
Jenna nodded slightly, bringing up a troubled look, “I think so. She’s heading back to our hotel. She’s taken a couple of tablets and will just sleep it off…”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Eve responded, concern crossing her face. She rubbed Jenna’s arms. “But I’m sure with some TLC from you later she’ll be right as rain tomorrow morning.”
Jenna gave her a small smile and then answered with certainty, “Oh, I’m pretty sure it’ll be like night and day for her tomorrow.”
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As Bette walked quickly through the crowd after leaving Jenna and Diane, she headed in the general direction of where she thought she saw the woman was headed to. She paused in front of a T-intersection, with a darkened hall to her right, and the path to the rest rooms to her left.
As she turned hesitatingly to her left, she felt a pair of hands grab her arm and pull her into the hall on her right, and then into a recessed space around the corner of that hall.
She felt familiar lips close over hers, covering her mouth with a lush, wet kiss. She felt that velvety tongue that she knew well slowly lick the sides of her tongue, savoring the singular taste of it. The gentle hands that had caressed her hair countless times before snaked their way through the soft waves of her hair, sliding through her mane, tugging on the roots of the back of her scalp. Bette moaned and arched her body, curving into the warm familiar embrace, aching as the blonde’s hungry mouth swallowed her surprised gasp.
Tina broke the kiss, roughly and whispered, “Wait here baby.”
Bette eyes were still shut, and her arms opened as if still embracing Tina when Tina stepped away quickly. Bette swayed slightly, rocked by the kiss, and the blonde’s sweet surprise. Her eyes hadn’t adjusted yet to the darkness, and she heard scraping sounds of an object being moved.
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So the plot thickens! I’m so intrigued. Thanks to Command for another great update. Can’t wait for the next post and what happens when / if Tina meets up with her fathers mistress.
So good, love it. Tina came in at the right time. Thanks
Outstanding last lines !
Thank god……theyve reunited now let the games begin…..
So good! PPS
Bette is a lucky woman, she has a hot wife and lead Pussycat Doll all rolled into one!
Tina is my hero, she is so amazing.
I love jealous Tina!! Jenna better keep her hands to herself least she be clawed by the Lead Pussycat. I hope Bette is doing the right thing. I’m not sure to trust Peter and Trevor. But the mission has to be done to make sure the gold is returned to its rightful owners. No more injuries for Bette, please. PPS