Sinful

She could still turn around now. She didn't have to do this. No one held a metallic barrel of a pistol to her forehead. No one pressed the rusty blade of a knife to her throat. No one was forcing her to go through with this procedure. This immoral crime. This sinful act. Again, she reminded herself as she swallowed for the tenth time and let the beads of perspiration dot her hairline, no one was making her do this.

Except for, maybe, herself.

Drea Kandell gripped her forearm with her hand tightly, leaving semicircle indents in her tanned skin. She thought maybe the humidity had died down and a breeze had whooshed by because goosebumps gathered on her bare arms and legs. Swallowing another time -- the eleventh time that night -- she questioned her actions again. The lights were out inside the house; no blaring music nor newscaster mumbling. It was eerie and quiet. Maybe this wasn't the right house. Maybe Shailynn lied to her. Maybe it wasn't the right place. As a matter of fact, this place looked abandoned.

Her fingernails unlatched from the bruising skin and fell to Drea's side. Half a smile began to form. This all could have been a lie. There really wasn't anyone inside that house. Drea would be able to keep her morals and self-respect tonight.

Averting herself away from the creepy, vacant lot, she caught eyes with a woman across the street inside the blue house on the corner. The woman had been leaning over a crib, resting a newborn, it appeared, into it with such gentleness. She smiled happily as well as with exhaustion at the young one, and Drea felt her heartstrings tug when the mother peered up through the window, staring at her curiously. Drea, out of embarrassment and chagrin, turned away from the woman, closing her eyes.

'Edwin,' she thought to herself, feeling the heated sting of oncoming tears. 'That's why you're doing this.'

Sighing this time instead of swallowing, Drea forced the moisture back and glared at the, perhaps, empty house. Her sneakers squeaked as she walked down the brick pathway leading to the cement steps before the dark, russet-brown door. One of those circle door-knocker things was situated at Drea's eye-level, but she thought it'd make too much noise. Creating even the smallest disturbance was definitely not something she wanted to do. The beige, circular doorbell button seemed much more appealing. And hushed.

Drea could hear the distant chime as her index finger dropped back down. She touched the tip of her ponytail -- a nervous habit she had developed from early childhood. Her blonde hair felt greasy already, making her long for a shower. She figured, however, she'd be taking a long, hard-scrubbing one after this night was over, based on what Shailynn had told her.

Half a minute slipped by and Drea grew anxiously impatient. A side of her -- the moral side -- wanted to pack it up and run back to her shabby apartment where it was kind of safe and homelike. And the other side -- the realistic side -- knew that she had to take this chance, so she could provide for her baby. This was no time to be selfish.

The other half of the minute ticked past and Drea considered calling it a night, despite the 50 percent of her body pleading for her to wait just a little longer. Then she heard the click of the doorknob, like someone was on the other side twisting it. "Yes?" came a gentle whisper from the dark crack between the door and frame.

Drea fought to find her voice somewhere inside her fragile chest. "I-I'm here to see... um, Jenifer Ang--"

"Come in," said the voice, firmly.

The door edged open farther, allowing Drea to see the dark fabric clothing the couch illuminated by a soap opera on the television. The blonde woman squeezed her small form through the gap. She turned to see who owned the voice behind the door but no one was there.

"Shut the door once you're in." The same soft tone came from another room. Drea swallowed again and did as she was told.

She took a few more steps into the house, taking in the surroundings. The walls were a creamy color, like vanilla ice cream melting inside a bowl. The carpet was a darksome color that she couldn't make out due to the lack of light. One couch with four seats was beside her, and a loveseat was near that with only one endtable in the middle. A fireplace sat near the TV, dusky and unlighted. On its mantel sat a glowing row of candles, scenting the room with cinnamon. The smell was supposed to be comforting, but Drea felt very nervous and out-of-place.

"Who told you about me?"

Drea spun around, her hand over her racing heart. The woman that owned the gentle voice was finally in plain sight. Her skin was so pale it was almost corpse-like, but maybe that was why Drea couldn't look away. It contrasted against the dimness of the room; her body almost a light itself. She wore a lacy magenta-colored cami that showed plenty of cleavage and revealed her navel piercing. Her panties were of the same color and material. Her pitch-black hair spilled down, curtaining a tattoo of flying butterflies across her lower back.

Drea definitely felt intimidated by this woman and her enchantingly dark beauty, but one thing she learned over the past couple years was to not show that one was unnerved by another. "Shailynn Punt," she answered, surprised by the calm tone escaping her lips.

Jenifer Anglo laughed quietly into her palm. "Ah, Shay," she mused, walking closer to Drea's smaller body. "What did she say?"

The blonde felt the other woman strut around her like a lion stalking its prey. Her heart pounded as though she were running miles without stopping. Fear crept through her veins. "She told me," Drea began, swallowing, "that you... played with her."

The extremely pallid woman chuckled softly again. "'Played,' she said? Hmm. What else?"

"You paid her."

Her footsteps stopped momentarily before continuing. "That is correct," she replied, her body much closer now, almost touching. "Is that why you are here?"

"I'm not a dyke, Jenifer," Drea blurted out in a quiet yet stern voice.

"Oh, please," the woman said, turning on the endtable lamp, illuminating the room entirely. "Call me Jeni."

Drea was caught off guard by how beautiful the woman's face was: high cheek bones; perfectly angled nose; blemish-free skin; and silver irises that had to have been contacts. Who had silver eyes? She was taller than Drea by a few inches and wider, too, but certainly not overweight. Her body looked muscular, on the contrary, and strong, contrasting against Drea's weak body. Again, the worry teased Drea's insides, but she fought to keep it under the surface.

"There's obviously a reason you've come to me, then, if you're not a lesbian... What's your name?" Her head cocked to the side like a puppy's.

Debating whether she should tell or not, the blonde replied hesitantly, "Drea."

Jeni's cheekbones rose as she smiled, displaying an array of white teeth, whiter than her skin if it was possible. "That's a beautiful name."

Drea didn't thank her for the compliment.

"Shay told me her reason was, um... because she wanted to buy a car, is that right?" Jeni asked, creasing her perfectly-shaped black eyebrows.

Drea nodded once, keeping her composure.

Jeni began her circling again. "Other women have come to me for financial reasons as well -- bills to pay, houses or cars to buy, people to get rid of." She rounded to Drea's backside, extending her arm around Drea's face and grazing her cheek with her cold fingertips. Drea winced, glaring at the wall. Jeni grinned as she kept going, "Some women, surprisingly, come to me because they want someone to make love to them. They even reject the money I offer because all they wanted was... touching... kissing... you know."

Drea swallowed again, feeling her cheeks redden from not only Jeni's fingers, but her words. Drea couldn't believe that Jeni was so willing to give pleasure to women, and to pay them for their dirty deeds. And those women that actually wanted to have her screw them. Why? Why would one get so aroused that they would ask for someone, a woman no less, to fuck them? That would make them feel better? The thought made her sick.

"Take off your jacket, please," Jeni said, interrupting Drea's rambling thoughts.

Drea's eyes were hard as she stared into the silver ones in front of her. Her fingers undid the buttons of her tattered jean jacket, and then she pulled her arms out, tossing the jacket onto the arm of the couch.

Jeni giggled. "Drea, try to look like you're having fun," she teased, pursing her soft lips.

"Can we please get on with this?" Drea growled.

"You never answered my question, honey."

"Don't use petnames with me," the blonde spat, holding her glare.

Jeni's eyebrows raised amusingly at the ferocity in the woman's voice. "I have no problem with you leaving, sweetheart," she said, adding extra emphasis to her last word. "Your pants are next, please." Her pointer finger stood erect at Drea's worn jeans.

Angry tears threatened to appear but Drea kept them concealed somehow. Maybe she did have enough inner-strength to get through tonight. Her fingers unbuttoned and unzipped the jeans easily, and then she shimmied out of them. She stood clad in her black undershirt, white sports bra, and black thong. She could feel the other woman take her in and study her closely, like a piece of artwork in a museum, critiquing and scrutinizing.

Jeni's eyes trailed down to Drea's thigh, and she smiled. Her knees fell to the floor in a kneeling position. Drea cringed at the sudden motion, alarmed more than anything, and then became startled by Jeni's hand resting on the tanned flesh. "What are you doing?!" Drea asked, her voice filled with ten different emotions -- and not all of them were what she wanted to feel.

The silver eyes glanced up at her once. "Hush," the dark-haired woman whispered and turned her attention back to the blonde's upper leg. She pressed her lips to the thigh, kissing the skin delicately. Drea felt her body react and blushed heavily. If Jeni didn't have the hold on her thigh, she would've run out the door then -- if her body would've allowed it. "It's a beautiful birthmark you have," Jeni murmured against the skin, flickering her eyes back up at the flushing blonde. "Reminds me of a rose. Or a butterfly, maybe." Her thumb stroked ever so softly over the flesh and Drea gasped uncontrollably.

Jeni giggled in response and stood back up. Drea stared up at her, hating Jeni with a passion. She knew that Drea would react to her assault no matter what -- even if she was dead-set against any sort of female/female fondling or romance -- and there was nothing Drea could do about it now. Not that she could really stop after making it this far already. She needed the money.

"Hmm..." Jeni hummed, more to herself, placing her index finger to her lips. "You know what? Just take it all off. I'll be back in a moment."

Drea forced herself to not look at Jeni when she walked from the room down the dark hallway that led to God-knows-where. She ground her teeth together as she threw off her top and bra. The cool air washed over her bare torso, teasing her petite nipples that hardened immediately to the atmosphere. 'It's now or not at all,' Drew thought to herself as she held the sides of her panties, taking them down with reluctance.

"My, my, my," came the soft voice from behind her, murmuring into her ear. "You are a sight for sore eyes, aren't you?" Jeni's breath was scalding against Drea's jaw, yet goosebumps trailed along her skin.

The blonde spun around, facing the silver eyes once more. She gasped at the feel of her breasts making contact with something else, so she glanced down at what had assaulted them, only to find that she was not solely naked in the room. Her cheeks burned when she realized she'd just peered down at the naked woman before her, but then her face hardened when she saw what was below the other woman's waist.

"What--"

Jeni laughed before Drea could complete her question. "A strap-on, as you can see," Jeni explained, stroking the firm toy with her light hands. "You don't like dykes, as you've already claimed, so I figured I'd make this easier for you. Unless you are asexual. Then we have a dilema."

'I wish I was asexual for tonight.' However, though she'd never admit it to anyone, she found the fake piece to be much more appealing than dealing with Jeni's actual sex. She didn't want to have to live with the fact that she had to touch or, God forbid, taste the woman's groin for her own sick pleasure. A faux-cock was much more suitable.

"Get out of your head, Drea," Jeni ordered, a smirk gracing her lips. "And get on your knees."

You know what? Never mind the last thought Drea'd just had. She wasn't going to touch anything on the pale woman's body, fake or not. Sternly, she replied, "No."

A small laugh retreated Jeni's mouth and she bit her lip. Shrugging, she turned around and bent over, letting Drea see a perfect view of her ass. Drea forced herself to turn away again as more blush crawled up her face. "Here," Jeni said, facing the blonde and holding out a crisp one hundred-dollar bill. "Just for, you know, stripping and showing me what you've got. Grab your things and go, if you wish."

Drea swallowed as she stared down at the bill in her hand. One hundred dollars? She didn't even do anything physical to or with Jenifer, and she got that much money? She couldn't believe she was asking, but she had to. She had to remind herself of Edwin. "How... How much more will you give me... if I stay?"

Jeni peered up at the ceiling and licked her curved lips. "Well, Drea, that depends," she murmured. "What are you willing to do?"

Drea looked down at the crisp green bill in her hands again and glanced over at the strap-on protruding from Jeni's pelvis. She was going to hate herself for it; she was certain of that. But she had to.

The paper fell from her palm to the floor as she knelt down, staring at the fake-penis before her. After swallowing down whatever dignity she still had, she licked her lips and wrapped them around the head of the toy. She closed her eyes, feeling a pressure in her chest that made her shame build up, and began to bounce forward and back.

"That's a good girl..." Jeni purred from above, gazing down at the blonde who was taking half of the dildo into her mouth already. Her white hand rested on the back of Drea's head, guiding her as she sucked and licked the member. Jeni moaned, feeling herself grow moist from watching the girl's dirty act on her toy. "Mmm... yes..."

Drea was starting to feel sick to her stomach from all the nerves towering up. And when Jeni started to thrust into her mouth and hit the back of her throat, that didn't help the feeling either. Drea gagged once, but she kept her cool as much as possible, trying not to let her discomfort show. If she put on a good act, she would get more money.

Jeni's hand had roamed to Drea's ponytail and undid the hold on the blonde's hair. "Oh, Drea..." she moaned, staring down at the girl with her eyes closed. "I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend you can suck off... You're so good at it..."

Her eyelids flew back and Drea pulled away, a trail of saliva trickling down her chin. Aghast and appalled by Jeni's last words, she stood up and grabbed her clothes, disregarding the money on the floor.

"W-wait, where are you--"

"You can keep your money, you bitch," Drea spat, grabbing her thong and stepping into it. "I didn't come here to be... Well, I shouldn't have come here at all!" Her fury was growing and was making her movements shaky. She nearly fell over trying to put her foot through one of the orifices of her underwear. More blush spread throughout her face.

Jeni chuckled softly, much to Drea's rage, and shook her head at the failed attempt. "I didn't mean to humiliate you, Drea--"

Drea scoffed, muttering quietly to herself as she got the article up to her waist. Who did this woman think she was?

"I hope you know that if you stay, there's a thousand waiting for you."

The white bra that had been in her hands had dropped to the floor along with Drea's jaw. A thousand... dollars? Shailynn, obviously, wasn't lying when she said that she got paid a lot. But Drea, as skeptical as she was, wouldn't believe Jeni until she saw it. "Prove it," she demanded, swallowing yet again.

A smirk appeared on Jeni's face as she bent over again to retrieve more money from under the cushioning of her couch. A thick wad of dollar bills was wrapped up in a scrunchie, held out openly in the pale palm. "Do you want me to count it out for you?" Jeni asked, biting her lip in a flirtatious manner.

Drea shook her head, gawking at the bundle of one thousand dollars. That could pay for her rent... her bills... the legos and stuffed tigers that Edwin always wanted from the store. Oh, he would be so happy...

With her head fallen, Drea pushed her panties back down to her feet, kicking them off. "What now?" she asked, sounding timid and reluctant.

Jeni glimpsed backward at the long couch where she'd just taken out some of her bank account. "Come here," she ordered, lying herself down on the furniture first before using a fingers to create a come-hither motion.

Confused, Drea echoed, "'Come here'? Where?"

The black-haired woman rolled her silver eyes. "Get on top of me, Drea," she replied as though it was common sense. "Put your thighs on the sides of my head. Can you figure out what'll happen then?"

Drea swallowed. Jeni wanted to perform oral sex on her. Even though the thought of Jeni's tongue inside her made her queasy, it also turned her on. She wasn't sure why. Drea'd never found another woman attractive in any sexual way, and even she admitted to herself that Jeni, despite her rudeness, was quite... beautiful, she supposed would be a proper description. But still. That didn't mean she wanted to do this.

However, she did obey. The money was what tempted her, not the seductress. So Drea walked over to the couch and, using her hand to steady herself, lifted one leg over Jeni's form and placed the other on the other side of the woman. Her legs were spread and she had to hold herself up using her palms and knees. Drea had never been in this position before, and she was already finding it to be uncomfortable. Then Jeni's warm breath tickled her snatch. That didn't help the situation either.

"Oh, relax," Jeni purred, purposely saying it against Drea's wet lips to make Drea shudder. "You're so tense. I'll make it worth your while."

Drea felt Jeni's hands on her inner thighs, using pressure to keep them apart. Something warm and textured touched the outer lips of her sex, making Drea gasp at the sensation. She felt Jeni's tongue follow the slit of her pussy, delving a little deeper each time. Jeni ran her organ over Drea's clit, lapping at it in haste to get Drea's juices flowing.

Drea bit her lips to stifle the moans that quaked up her throat, but not all of them could be subdued. Jeni was working her expertly, driving her tongue deep into Drea's warm canal, tenderly caressing all of her sweet spots. Drea could feel the pressure amounting in her belly and racing through her veins. She was going to cum soon...

"Oh!" she cried as Jeni replaced her tongue with two fingers, slowly pumping the digits and stroking her walls with affection. Her tongue, however, didn't falter; she continued to assault Drea's throbbing clit with the organ, even nipping at it with her teeth.

Drea's breathing was ragged and she wasn't sure how much longer her arms would be able to hold her up. She had to release the lock on her chapped lips and let out a throaty moan, her eyes rolling back at the pleasure building up in her body. A volcano ready to erupt. Jeni's fingers were working faster and harder, pushing with extra might to hit that special spot deep in Drea's core. Once touched, Drea's body shook uncontrollably, and she cried out in ecstasy, pleading for the other woman to repeat the act over and over and over again.

Her limbs gave out underneath her as the volcano burst. She tried to focus on her breathing and on the wavering light that glared at her eyes. Her body was overwhelmed with euphoria that she wasn't aware she was laying on the other woman's face, but Jeni wasn't complaining. Instead, she was laughing, moving herself out from under the lifeless body above her.

Slinking over the blonde's body, Jeni planted soft kisses along the canvas of Drea's back, dotting every patch of skin with her lipstick. As Drea was slowly being brought back to reality, she could feel her body shiver with delight from the affectionate pecks of the seductress. Jeni's tongue traced over the valley of her vertebrae, roaming past it down to the slit of Drea's backside. A shuddering gasp left Drea's shocked mouth at the feel of the organ tasting her bum.

"Roll over, Drea," Jeni commanded from above.

Drea's brain rattled as she felt her head shake. "I can't... I have to leave..." She'd done too much, and the guilt of just committing these sinful acts would be enough to disturb her for years to come.

"One last task," she cooed against the blonde's ear, her fingertips caressing the glistening skin between Drea's thighs. "I promise."

Swallowing, Drea rolled her body over, facing the beautiful woman before her. She stared into the silver irises that were bright -- craving something. A shiver ran down her tainted spine. What else could this woman want from her?

Jeni placed her hands on Drea's knees, keeping her long legs spread. On her knees, she moved herself closer to the open space, releasing one of Drea's knees to grab the stiff toy between her legs. Jeni nestled the head of the toy into the entrance of Drea's sex, running it over her clit before gently thrusting it into her warm canal. Drea moaned uncontrollably and gripped the furniture beneath her as a form of support.

Jeni pushed the dildo further as she leaned down and captured one of Drea's swollen nipples in her mouth. Drea gasped at the motion, pushing one of her hands through the dark mane of the woman pleasing her. Her hips jerked to the movement of Jeni's hips, moving gradually at the same speed. Jeni's other hand kneaded Drea's opposite breast, teasing the pert nub with her thumb and index finger.

Unable to fight back her instincts, Drea grabbed a fistful of Jeni's hair and pulled her upward, plunging her lips onto the other woman's. They moaned together and moved quickly, thrusting their tongues into each other's mouths and tasting every patch of life she had to offer.

Drea's hands clung to Jeni's back, raking as her thrusts turned into harder and faster ones. Her legs wrapped around the woman's waist, forcing her to push even deeper into Drea's core. Jeni held on to Drea's hips, guiding herself into Drea's wetness easier this way. The women were joined, feeding off each other's emotions and sounds and touches. Inseparable.

Drea bit down on Jeni's white shoulder and screamed, her legs clenching around Jeni's waist before every muscle shut down and she collapsed onto the couch for the second time, exhaustion overcoming her. She let her arms fall back, her hands covering her eyes. She didn't want to know this was real -- that she wanted Jeni to do it again over and over and over. That couldn't be how she truly felt. She wasn't like that.

All she needed-- All she wanted was the money. That was all.

Jeni sat up from the couch and reached underneath Drea, grabbing the wad of money that would suffice for the evening's events. She stuffed the bundle into Drea's pocket of her jeans and left the room without saying good-bye, undoing the harness from her body as she walked away.

Minutes passed by as Drea felt a wave of every emotion she'd ever heard of ran through her mind and translated through to every nerve, immobilizing her. When she finally felt enough strength to get to her feet, she walked over to her pile of clothes and tried to put them on as quickly as she could, but that wasn't very fast.

She shut the door behind her, and right away she stared across the street to the house where the newborn baby slept in its crib. A nightlight lit up the baby blue-colored room. The door was open slightly so his mother would hear him when he cried for her in the night for her comfort and love.

Drea ran her hands down her jeans and felt the large bump on one of her pockets. Puzzled, she pulled out the bulge and gasped aloud. This wad of money was even larger than the thousand that she'd held just minutes before. On the inside of the bundle, she could see a pink piece of paper sticking out. Shakily, she pulled the paper out and unfolded it.

$5,000. Take care of yourself and your son.

Drea peered backward in shock. She didn't remember ever mentioning that she had a son... How did she know?

Bewildered by not only the large sum of money but also the note attached, Drea lifted her head to the house across from her, catching the sympathetic eyes of the mother and her small son watching her from out the window.