Crave - A Betty Sullivan Lesbian Adventure
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Believe Music Hall in downtown Atlanta brought in the top electronic producers every weekend. A repurposed church, it had history steeped with tender ghost of the past. MLK Jr. delivered the churches opening sermon.
Now as I walked up the staircase surrounded by mythical settings of Bible stories encased in handmade stain glass, the pungent smell of dank weed permeates. The first DJ was manipulating the crowd to her will and the sea of bodies below on various drugs and alcohol was intoxicating itself.
I walked up to the bar and the stunning bartender smiled at me, she had to ask me twice what my poison was because the bass hit and the crowd went wild. It quieted down to a symphonic melody and I watched her pour my Angels Envy. She was Asian in origin and her long black her shimmered against the backdrop of laser lights.
“I love your dress, girl!” She spoke with a mischievous grin. “Louis V, right?”
Red flooded my cheeks, “Yes. I got it in LA a few months back.”
“Well, you make it look like the magazines for sure.” She handed me my drink as I thanked her.
I had paid for second level access and it was so worthy of the extra one twenty. My bestie and I had planned this for months, but his wife caught wind of it and shut it down. It sucked how insecure some people are in relationships. She hated our friendship and part time benefits...I got it, but she ruined my night and now I was alone in this amazing place.
It made me realize how far away I was from an actual ride or die. No man or woman wanted to be in a house of horrors. I giggled perversely at that thought. So my night was consumed with large amounts of bourbon and watching others do the same.
I leaned against the railing looking down on the VIP section. The famous music producer Mike Will was there with his entourage and security. It was one in the morning and I was feeling the dark liquor course through my veins.
The headliner, Allison Wonderland, was on the decks and per usual she was killing it. This was the third time I had seen her, but the first time alone. Blake crept into my conscience and my reptile brain seized on it and began replaying all the moments we shared. The highlights are great...thanks so much. I tried to focus on the Australian goddess working her musical magic.
Blake had been my love. I had cutoff all questionable entanglements for him and was his. We discussed our future together often and moved in together, which was a big step for me. The moment it happened I knew it was a mistake. The better part of me, which never gets a place at my mental boardroom, screamed at me. Six months later I caught him video chatting another girl at three in the morning while in our bed. I shut it down and kicked him out. My heart ached from the betrayal.
Being in the adult industry brought a lot of perks. Money was never a problem and I was able to procure lovers at will, but no one wants that girl to bring home to Christmas dinner.
Blake was a perfect example. He tolerated my work, and was shocked at how complicated the day to day photo shoots and constantly staying in touch with other men who would open up there wallets at will. When we moved in he got the full monte and I opened my heart to him even more. I worked my ass off to get where I was and he seemed to genuinely appreciate it.
I felt eyes on me and I snapped out of the hole of Blake the Betrayer and into the present. I had to always be aware of my surroundings because of creepers who recognized my work. There were mostly good guys out there, but the few made it impossible for me to go to social engagements alone. Yet here I was alone.
“I know who you are...”
Her heat made the music fade away. It was the bartender.
She caught the relief flood my face and she was embarrassed. “I am sorry. That sounded creepy. I love your work and am a huge fan.”
I relaxed and laughed, “Thank you so much!”
“You are even more gorgeous in person.”
I blushed. “You are even hotter!”
We both laughed. “You want another one?”
I realized my glass was empty. “Did you leave your bar to come get me a drink?” I responded playfully.
“I got off early actually.” She took my empty glass and I watch her disappear. Her body was fire. Her tight pencil skirt accentuated her ass and her tall, slender frame.
In moments she was back with a drink for me and herself. We both took in the finely tuned craftsmanship of Allison’s music in a comfortable silence.
“Have you seen her before?”
“Yes. This is my third. I am kind of obsessed.”
“She is worth it.” She smiled and I thought for a brief moment she wasn’t talking about the DJ.
“You wanna meet her?”
My mouth dropped and I couldn’t help but realize devilishly how badly Blake screwed up. He was the one that introduced me to the underbelly of electronic music culture. We went to Burning Man and Imagine to name a few. I loved the people and the lack of inhibition life. We lived in this world for years.
“Oh my god! That would be amazing! Are you serious?”
“It’s one of the many perks of working here.” She grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd. We went back down the stairs and a very handsome, well built security guard let us into a door with a cheesy grin.
We walked up a flight of stairs where I assumed was the backstage. It was buzzing with technical crew and stage hands. She led me into a swanky sitting area where a few dozen people waited with excitement.
We talked about our respective industries and dealing with men who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. “How do you deal with all of it?” She asked.
“It is pretty simple. I have clear boundaries and am not afraid to cut them off if they even think about crossing them.”
Her stare lingered on me and I let her take me in...I could sense the attraction...I felt it too.
“So, there is this after party and I was hoping to take you.”
“Are you asking me out?” I giggled.
“You are the reason I took off early.”
“Maybe you just like porn Betty?”
“No. That’s not it.” And she touched her hair self-consciously.
God, she was lovely. I could see her ample breast wanting to be set free and they were aching to be grabbed, but I didn’t.
We met Allison and she was way cooler and better than I could have imagined. The after party was even better with endless amounts of hors d’oeuvres and more alcohol.
She whispered in my ear, “Take me to the bathroom.”
The bathrooms were opulent, but I was taking in her sweet ass as she led me. I always picked partners that were more dominant in bed. I like being guided and told what to do - it gave way for some amazing material.
We were not alone, but she didn’t seem to care as she turned to me. She pulled me in and whispered, “I would have done all of this for you even if your name wasn’t Betty. Now kiss me.”
I leaned in and she took over. Her lips sent me to the moon. They were soft and I could taste her love for life. She kissed me passionately holding the back of my neck and her other hand embraced the small of my back. It had been a long time...too fucking long...since I felt the intoxicating touch of a beautiful woman.
She kissed around my lips and checks. She was so tender and yet I could feel her strength equaling mine. She knew what she wanted and was never afraid to go after it. She kept me in the moment as my neck began to tingle in anticipation.
She didn’t make me wait long. She kissed down my neck and began to hit those spots and I moaned in pleasure. A woman walked in on us - she didn’t say a word. She pivoted and couldn’t get out of the bathroom fast enough. We both watched her leave and started laughing.
She grabs me again and we kiss, “Did you wanna go back to my place?”
“Yes, I do.” I responded with a girlish grin.
“I was hoping you would say that.” She kisses me, “Let me call us an Uber.”
She is so fucking hot. I visually explore her body as she jumps on her phone and orders our car.
We head back to the ball room and outside the building to wait. The Uber driver gets a 5am unexpected lesbian show in the back of his car. He probably wanted to drive around the block a few times, but he was professional.
Her condo was beautiful and it screamed modern ATL. We stumbled to the living room couch kissing the entire way. Her hands melted all my anxiety as she grabbed my bra less tits.
“My god, Betty. You are absolutely fire.”
“You are an entire city of fires, babydoll.”
She giggled and touched my face, “Don’t fall in love with me, Betty.”
“It was never in the cards, baby.” She physically saw my guard come down as she slid off my expensive red dress. Her tongue masterfully tasted my nipples. She held my tits and gave attention to each one. She moved to my stomach and began to rub my pussy. She knew the right place - I didn’t have to show her. Her tongue explored my freshly waxed pussy and I moaned. I grabbed her head and she fingered me deeper. I needed her long black hair all over my thighs. We were both drunk, but this stunning woman managed to get me off.
She stood up and we kissed passionately. She led me into her bedroom and I finished undressing her. “I want to please you.” I whispered to her as I fondled her perfect tits.
She smiled and nodded her head. I laid down on the bed and encouraged her to come to me. She climbed on top of me and we kissed. I felt her tits on mine and as our nipple played with each other I felt my motor in overdrive.
I guided her incredible body and her thighs landed blissfully between my face. She towered over me like a sex goddess and I was excited to try her out. I began licking her pussy softly at first and I heard her say my name in approval. She tasted like almonds and I savored each one.
She began to ride my face, gyrating my tongue and mouth and the moans got louder. I felt her muscles contract in pleasure and I knew I had found her spot. My tongue circled deeper inside her - in and out and our rhythm was synchronized. I thought for a moment how I wished I could steal her away and she could be my forever play toy.
She came in a fit of harmonic screams and fell into the bed beside me and we both laughed and kissed, “You are everything and so much more, Betty!”
We kissed again.
I don’t remember exactly when but at some point we both passed out. I woke to the bright sunlight streaming through. I look over and she was fast asleep tangled in the covers. I slipped out of bed to find my phone and saw it lying on the floor next to my dress. The time was 11:00am.
I ordered an Uber to take me home. On the way back to the seclusion of my fortress I reflected on the evening and morning. It truly rekindled a fire inside of me and I was excited to get back to work. I giggled at the reality that I never even got her name or her number. Unless I went back to Believe Music Hall and she happened to work that night I would never see her again...and that was just perfect. We made it clear there were no strings or expectations and that is the way Betty likes it best.