NOTHING BUT TROUBLE

“You can’t just leave like this!” Reese shouted.

“I can,” I said. “I’m leaving. Fuck you, both of you."

She ran after me, her voice cracking. “Please, just...”

I didn’t stop. I yanked open the front door and stormed out, slamming it behind me. I screamed at the porch, loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

I can’t believe she cheated on me. With my cousin of all people. Everyone had mentioned how suspicious they were, but I didn't listen. I ignored the obvious all the obvious red flags. Now I've been humiliated. Fuck.

I pulled my coat tighter and started walking. It was late. I had nowhere to go. Five months ago my apartment got flooded.

I couldn’t pay rent anywhere else, so I moved in with Reese. I stayed because i got comfortable. Too comfortable and I couldn't even afford rent after the place got cleared. Now I was broke again, and I didn’t even know where I would sleep tonight.

I lost my job at the publishing company a few months back. Something about my craft being stale and unoriginal. I didn’t matter to them. And apparently I didn’t matter to Reese either.

The streets were empty and quiet. My phone was flashing three percent. No one I knew lived close. No one I could call.

I stopped under a streetlight and yelled, “Could things get any worse?”

Thunder rumbled. A drop of rain hit my face. Then another.

Great. Just great.

I kept walking, letting the drizzle soak my hair and coat. Maybe I could make it to the bus stop. Sleep on the bench if I had to. Then hitchhike to my friend’s place. They lived about an hour away. I had no plan, just thoughts running everywhere.

A headlight flashed behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned to face it.

Now I was about to get kidnapped, I thought.

The car slowed and stopped on the road. A black car. Big. Limo-looking. The back window rolled down. I braced for a man.

But when they took their shades off, it was a woman. Her hair was slicked back. She seemed cool.

I sighed.

"Hey there beautiful." She called. Her voice was deep and sultry.

I stopped a few feet from the car, hands in my coat pockets. “What do you want?” I called.

She leaned out the window from the back seat, smirk pulling at her lips. “Just offering a ride. You look like you could use one.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh. And why? Besides trying to lure me into a limo to get kidnapped?”

She laughed, low and smooth. “I promise, kidnapping’s not on the agenda. Just… helping a pretty girl out.”

“Helping me out,” I said, wet hair sticking to my face. “Right. Because strangers in black cars are always so trustworthy.”

She tilted her head. “You’d be surprised. And you’re cute when you’re sarcastic.”

I snorted. “Wow. Flattery and dangerous. That’s comforting.”

“Call it… persuasion,” she said. “I’d rather see you safe than soaked and alone.”

I blinked at her. “Safe? In your limo?”

“Depends on your definition,” she said, smirking. “But look, I’d love to stay and chat, really. I have somewhere to be. So you can either get in and I’ll take you wherever you need to go… or you can stay out here, get drenched, and probably get mugged. Or worse.”

“Or worse?” I echoed, swallowing.

I hesitated. Fine. Maybe kidnapped by a hot stranger was better than freezing here.

“Alright,” I muttered. “Let’s see where your persuasion takes me.”

Her grin widened. “Good choice.” She opened the door, and I slid into the back of the limo with her.

The air hit me first. Overly perfumed. Sweet and strong. My coat stuck to the leather seat.

Two bulky women sat across from us, thier faces were unreadable, thier muscles obvious even in their jackets. They stared at me, and I stared back.

She leaned next to me and asked. "So beautiful, where am I dropping you off?"

I crossed my arms. “I don’t tell strangers where I live.”

She tilted her head, smirk tugging at her lips. “Stranger, huh? And yet you got in my car.”

“I like seeing where I’m going before I tell anyone anything,” I said. “Makes more sense than giving my address to a woman in a black limo.”

She chuckled. “Fair. I can respect that. I like a girl with some sense.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Respect doesn’t mean I trust you.”

“True,” she said. Then she leaned back, gesturing at the driver. “Move.”

The car started rolling forward.

She reached into a cooler in the corner and pulled out a glass. “Would you care for a glass of wine?”

I shook my head. “No thanks.”

“Suit yourself." she said, tipping the bottle back and drinking straight from it. Normally, that would be gross. Somehow, it was almost… hot.

She leaned a little closer. “Since you're being stubborn, would you atleast tell me your name.”

I huffed. “Ashleigh. What's yours?"

"Call me Joss, sweetheart."

Oh, that’s cool,” I said.

Joss smiled. “Well, you’re cute,” she said, winking.

I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile.

“So,” she said after a second, “you still haven’t told me where you live.”

“Why?” I asked. “Trying to get rid of me so easily?”

She chuckled. "Well forgive me for trying to help you out. Or would you rather follow me home instead? ” A sly grin peaked out.

"Sure, why not." I was being sarcastic though I didn't feel the sense of urgency to leave.

"Really, you wanna come home with me?" She seemed concerned, but I could hear the intruguity in her tone.

"I'm very sure." I replied bluntly. She smirked at me. "Alright then, Ashleigh."

I got goosebumps.

The car went quiet after that. I turned to the window, watching the city lights blur past. My head hurt. I tried not to think about how much the night sucked.

Joss broke the silence. “So what were you doing out there anyway?”

Before I could answer, she added, “Let me guess, you had a fight with your boyfriend?”

I froze. Of course she said that. Masculine women always assumed that. Like being a femme made you straight by default. Like I couldn’t possibly belong to their side of things. It annoyed the hell out of me.

I turned back to her. “Who said I had a boyfriend?”

Joss blinked, confused at first. Then it hit her. “Oh. I didn’t think you were..."

“…a lesbian,” I cut in. “I’m a lesbian. And yeah, I did have a fight. With my...ex-girlfriend.”

Joss let out a small laugh. “Alright then. Sorry for prying."

Silence filled the car again. The city lights kept sliding across the tinted windows.

“I know we started on the wrong foot,” she said finally. “How about we play a game?”

I looked over. “A game?”

“Yeah. Seven questions,” she said. “If you don’t want to answer, you take a gulp of wine.”

I raised a brow. “That’s your idea of getting to know me?”

“Best one I’ve got,” she said, grinning.

I thought for a second, then shrugged. “Fine, Shoot.”

“Where do you live?” she asked, immediately.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed the bottle, and took a gulp. “Nice try.”

She laughed. “Can’t blame me for trying.”

I looked at the two muscular women across from us. “What do you even do, anyway? You seem, dangerous. ”

Joss leaned back. “I’m the leader... I mean boss of a 'business.' An all female team. We handle importing and exporting of foreign goods.”

I stared. “Uh huh. Sounds sketchy.”

She smirked. “You’re not wrong.”

I didn’t ask for details. I didn’t want to know.

“My turn,” she said. “What do you do?”

I sighed. “Did. I used to be a writer. I had a publishing job. I got fired a couple months ago."

Her expression softened. “Sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be,” I muttered.

I tilted my head. “So, what were you doing on that side of town?”

“Taking care of business,” she said.

I gave her a look. As curious as I was, I wasn't sure I wanted to know her shady dealings.

Then she asked, “Why’d you and your girlfriend fight?”

I froze. Took the bottle. Drank more than a gulp.

When I looked up, she was watching me, waiting. I sighed. “She cheated on me. With my cousin.”

Her smile faded. “Oh.” She looked like she wanted to say sorry.

“Are you done asking questions that make me embarrassed?” I said before she could.

She paused, then took a sip from the bottle herself. “You don’t have to keep playing. We can sit in silence if you want.”

I rolled my eyes, took another drink. “No. Let’s keep going.”

Joss smiled. “Alright. Your turn.”

I stared at her for a moment, not sure what to ask. My mind felt slow. Curious, but blank.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I finally asked.

She laughed lowly. “I don’t do relationships.” She lifted the bottle and drank straight from it until it was nearly empty.

I made a small sound. “Hm.”

She leaned back. “What turns you on?”

I froze, glancing at the two bodyguards. They didn’t react. Still, my face got hot. I grabbed the bottle from her hand and drank. “You’re strange,” I said.

She grinned. “Takes one to know one.”

We kept going. The questions got smaller but I was learning a little about her, so was she from me. I could feel the wine settling in, making my head float a little. Everything was slower now.

At some point, I looked over at the space beside her. “Is that a gun?"

She glanced down, then smiled like it was no big deal. “Yeah.” She pulled it out and rested it in her palm.

My throat tightened. “You… just keep that there?”

" I take it around everywhere I go, occupational habit.” she said. “You scared?”

I straightened. “No.”

Her smirk grew. “Relax hun. It’s not loaded.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “You should be careful with that."

She laughed in my face. " I can definitely handle a gun, girlie. You think I'd have one if I couldn't use it?"

I kept my mouth shut.

We talked about nothing for a while. The journey seemed to be long, she seemed to live pretty far off town.

Then the gun slipped from her hand and fell right between my legs.

I froze again.

Joss looked down, then back at me. She licked her lips then whispered. "Oops."

Did she drip it on purpose? I had bit my lip and turned away shyly. She slowly pulled the gun up and it grazed on my pussy lips. " Fuck" I muttered.

"You like that?" She teased with a boyish giggle. I didn't say a word, I refused to let her know the power she had over me.

She slowly slid the gun up and down on my vulva, through my leggings and a moan escaped from me. Shit. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol's influence or the grieving of losing my girlfriend of 3 years but I was willing to give in. I wasn't even this easy, but something about her, demeanor was oddly charming. And irresistibly sexy.

She began to make out with my neck while I held her shoulder as she teased me with her gun. Till I blinked my eyes open and realized her bodyguards were watching me. I didn't care if they were women. I didn't feel comfortable with being watched.

"Uhm..." I gestured her to stop. "What's wrong?" She asked softly. Damn her voice was hot. "Im sorry, I can't continue with them watching." I tried to use this as a tactic to make her stop till we got to her place or something. What was I saying?

She sighed. "Alright ladies, you heard my woman. Get out of the car."

"My lady?" I questioned. The bodyguards seemed confused. "Boss, we can't drop out here." Yeah..." The other continued. "We're still several kilometers away from home."

"Oh, I see." Joss said before pointing her gun at them. " I'm not going to ask you again. Get out of the fucking car!" She yelled. "But boss..."

Joss frowned and immediately pulled the trigger. A bullet had flown passed through thier heads to the glass separating our section from the driver's seat. All of us but Joss were panicking.

"What the fuck?" The driver screamed up front and the car began to swivel out of control. I started to pray internally. Was I really going to die after being jerked off by a gun?

The car eventually paused. Luckily we didn't hit anything. The bodyguards were terrified and didn't hesitate in leaving the car. "What the actual hell, you said it wasn't loaded."

She laughed hard. "Thought you said you weren't scared." It pouted. "You almost killed us. " I scolded. She mocked me with laughter.

The driver came to check in. " What's going on boss, everything good here?"

"Yeah, it was a false alarm." She eyed the bodyguards. "Make sure to call the repair person tomorrow morning. Gotta change the windows. " "Yes boss. Are we good to go now?"

"Sure." Joss replied. As the driver started to set the car in motion. Joss called out to the guards. "If I get home before you two, I'm doubling your punishment." They seemed scared and they were five times her size. "Yes boss. Sorry boss."

She hissed and the car took off. "You're insane." I yelled. She grinned. "You seem to like that though."

She was right. "Now, where were we?..." She took another bottle of champagne. Opened it with ease and slurped it down like it was water. I have never been more attracted to a person in my life.

I took the bottle from her. I didn't even finish drinking when she grabbed my face and kissed me. The drink pouring down my mouth. Our tongues swirled in each other's mouths as her lips were clearly seeking dominance. I tried not to hurt the not so obvious tongue piercing she had.

"You're so fucking hot." She praised. What a way with words. Our hands rummaged each other's bodies. I took off her jacket and she took off my coat. She lay me down on the car seat, grabbing on my tits while trying to give me a hickey. "Mmmm" i mumbled.

She seemed to try to reach for her gun but I froze in fear. "Don't use that near me." I warned. "It's actually empty this time. I promise." She assured.

"Fine." I didn't even care. I didn't want her to stop.

She took off my top and began to kiss my cleavage while she teased me with her gun. Her mouth making waves on my top half while my bottom half ached to be fucked.

She took off my leggings and shifted my thong to the side. "Someone's excited." She teased my wet pussy. She gave it a good sniff then licked on my clit with her warm tongue and my eyes rolled back.

"Could you please fuck me with the gun." I couldn't believe I said that. It had to be the alcohol.

Her face was unreadable. "You sure?" She seemed concerned. I was too horny to think straight.

"And you called me insane." She choked. She slowly teased the tip till I pulled her closer to me . She bit her lip then slowly glided the gun into my gaping wet hole.

It didn't seem much different from my old dildo. She continued to tease me till she finally got it in. "Fuuuuccckkk." I gasped.

Her grin widened. She began to thrust in me while trying to make eye contact. "Gina, drive faster." She yelled. "Alright boss." She replied back. The speed of the car had gone turbo.

We hit a couple speed bumps. I think she knew that'd happen. The strokes were hard and steady. Tears rolled down my eyes. It felt so good.

Joss had kissed me and refused to get her lips off me. Almost like she wanted to bruise them. Caressing my hair while still being steady her stroke game.

"You're so fucking pretty." She grunted.

"Why can't I see your titties." The alcohol was speaking.

"Soon." She replied bluntly and continued to rock my world. A couple moments later, I heard a gate open. I had opened my eyes, trying to adjust myself.

"Well, we're here..."