5. Taylor
Taylor
W hat a freaking night.
First, I’d ended up at the wrong bar. I’d meant to go to the lesbian bar across the street, intending to have a few drinks and maybe get laid. I should have just left, but instead I’d made the bad choice of trying to rescue a woman from some asshole who grabbed her.
For my trouble I had a bruised jaw, multiple scratches, and oh yeah, an arrest record. Also my sexy new dress was filthy after rolling around on the floor. I’d probably have to burn the damned thing.
Realizing that Aubrey West was the reason for my terrible night was just icing on the cake. I’d hated her all the way through high school. Stuck up little bitch. Although with the benefit of age and experience I now realized that I’d also had a crush on her, but I didn’t know what to do with those feelings back then.
It wasn’t until I went to college that I realized that it was okay to be attracted to women. They hadn’t really advertised that option in the small, conservative Christian town I’d grown up in. It took another few years for me to lean into my desire to be dominant. Not all the time, of course. There were some times that I just wanted to be a pillow princess and let someone take care of me, but generally I got the most pleasure from taking control of any situation.
Speaking of which…
“Why are you pacing and sighing like that?” I asked my cellmate, not bothering to hide the annoyance in my voice.
In high school Aubrey had been cute. Fifteen years later, she was stunning. Long, sleek black hair. Large, almond shaped brown eyes. Light brown skin that she’d inherited from her Colombian mother. Her hips were narrow, but she had full, perky breasts and – this was new – tattoos running down both of her lightly muscled arms. I wondered where else she was hiding ink.
“There’s only one cot in here.”
The cell was small, intended for one person, but they had a drunk guy in one cell and a wife beater in the other, leaving us to share the remaining option. This suburb of Seattle was far enough out that it wasn’t exactly a hotbed of criminal activity.
I rolled my eyes internally. This is why I never left the city.
Scooting over to one side, I patted my hand on the thin piece of foam they called a mattress. I had towels that were thicker.
“Please. Join me, Princess,” I said sarcastically.
She frowned, a little furrow appearing between her brows.
“It doesn’t look very clean.”
Ah, so she still was a little snob who thought she was better than everyone. My palm itched with the desire to pull her over my lap, push up that tight little dress, and turn that perky ass red.
“It’s either that or the floor,” I said dismissively. “I don’t really care what you pick, but it looks like this floor hasn’t seen a mop in a while.”
After a few seconds of hesitation, she dropped onto the other edge of the cot, kicking off her shoes with a deep sigh.
“So, what have you been doing since high school?” she asked, closing her eyes as she settled her back against the cinderblock wall behind the cot.
“Enjoying not seeing you,” I said, my voice deadpan.
Aubrey’s head whipped around. “That was rude.”
“So was punching me in the face.”
“You got me back,” she reminded me.
She wasn’t wrong. My body was still humming with the adrenaline of that fight.
“Don’t you have anyone to bail you out?” I asked wearily.
I was exhausted. It had been a long week, and I’d kill for a bed right now. Unfortunately, my attorney hadn’t answered the phone when I called, so I was stuck here for the night. That’s what I got for using my cousin as my legal counsel.
“Most of my friends and family live north of the city. By the time they get out here it’ll almost be time for our court appearance.”
I shifted so I could look at Aubrey. She had her bare feet resting on top of her shoes on the floor, her long legs stretched out in front of her, her back at an awkward angle that left her shoulders and head leaning against the wall. She looked as uncomfortable as I felt. And just as exhausted.
“If we both lay down on our sides we could share the cot.”
Her eyes popped open. “What?”
“I need sleep. I imagine you do too. This cot is pretty narrow but if we both sleep on our sides there should be room for both of us.”
“You want me to, what? Spoon you?”
I smothered the urge to snap at her, instead affecting the cold voice I’d perfected over years of being a dominatrix.
“I really don’t care, Princess. We could lay down face to face, or butt to butt, or you can sleep on the floor instead. I just want to sleep.”
“Can I sleep in the front?” she asked.
“Whatever.”
I kicked off my shoes and stretched out on the cot on my side, pressing my back against the wall to make room for Aubrey. Hesitantly she laid down in front of me, her rounded ass pressing into my lower abdomen. My pulse kicked up a notch.
“Sorry,” she whispered. “I’m right at the edge of the cot up here.”
Suddenly I realized that this was a very bad idea. Even though we’d rolled around on the filthy floor her hair still smelled like coconut and her skin looked so soft I had to make a fist to keep from touching her.
“It’s no problem,” I lied. “Just go to sleep.”
A few hours later I awoke to the sound of keys jangling right before a grumpy sounding male voice called, “Time for court, sleeping beauties.”
I opened one eye, noting the small patch of light coming through the window near the ceiling. Sleeping crammed up in the world’s most uncomfortable cot had been surprisingly restful. At some point during the night Aubrey had slid down a few inches, using my arm as a pillow while I rested my chin at the top of her head. My top leg was thrown over hers, and my free arm hugged her around the waist.
The position was intimate, and I’d woken up horny. My panties felt slightly damp and the nipples that were pressed against Aubrey’s shoulders felt painfully swollen.
I couldn’t do a damned thing about it and it made me cranky. It was too bad, I wouldn’t mind fucking Aubrey. As long as she kept her mouth shut.
Meanwhile the deputy was watching us with a look that told me he’d be jerking off to the image of us snuggling on this cot as soon as he got the chance. Pig.
“Wake up, Princess,” I said, shaking Aubrey’s hip with a little more force than was strictly necessary. “Time to go see the judge.”