Sinful Desires

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Copyright© 2014 Kelly Yeakle

ISBN: 978-1-77233-004-5

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Melissa Hosack

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

SINFUL DESIRES

Kelly Yeakle

Copyright © 2014

Chapter One

The neon lights of the Aqua Luna sign glowed bright against the dark November sky. Roxanne loosened the scarf around her neck as Harland, her bouncer of more than fifteen years, opened the door so she could enter the warmth of the club. Inside she undid the buttons of her jacket as she walked through the crowd. She took a moment to nod at Lana, the bartender, and then made her way to her dimly lit office.

She stood outside the room and pulled the handwritten letter from her jacket pocket so she could read the lines one last time. She scowled as she pulled open her office door to find Cherie waiting on the small sofa, dressed in her stage clothes, smoking a cigarette. Roxanne gripped the letter tight in her hand as she removed her jacket and hung it on the coat rack in the corner.

The ill feeling she’d first felt when she’d read the note resurfaced, and she swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. When she turned to face Cherie, her heart was full of mixed emotions, and she held the letter up in her fingers for the other woman to see.

I can’t believe you’re doing this to me now. She ran her hands through her hair, fisted them tight against her head, and squeezed. It was better to mask her hurt with anger. And you told me in a letter! Do you realize how childish that it?

The younger woman looked on the verge of tears, but Roxanne didn’t care. Cherie was putting her in a very tough situation, one that was bad for business, and it pissed her off. Do you know how hard it’s going to be to train someone to replace you in such a small amount of time?

Cherie put out her cigarette, bent forward, and put her head in her hands. What am I supposed to do, Roxy? she asked, and looked up with water-filled eyes. This is my dream. I’m not leaving you for another woman. I’m leaving to further my career. I thought you might understand. She wiped her eyes. I thought you might actually be happy for me.

Happy for you? Roxanne laughed. My business and show are going to suffer because of this, and you want me to be happy for you. Roxanne threw the letter on her desk as she made her way to the window. She pulled back the curtain and stared out into the night.

I can get someone ready, Cherie said, and a tear fell down her cheek.

Who? Roxanne paced by the window, and wished she hadn’t given up smoking. She could easily ask Cherie for a cigarette, but it would mar her clean slate of being smoke free for almost an entire year. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them with a clearer head. No one here is talented enough to play the lead in one of my productions. Not a single one of the dancers we have on staff could pull off your charisma and charm on the stage.

I’m not a professional, and I do well enough. Cherie stood, walked to her lover, and placed a hand on her shoulder. I will find someone, Rox. If you could train me in two weeks, I can surely pass on that knowledge to someone else in the same amount of time.

Roxanne turned to face Cherie. Did you ever really care about me at all or were you using me and the productions here for something better to write on your resume?

Don’t be silly. Cherie reached up to cup her face. Of course I care about you, but this isn’t about you and me. It’s about my career, and I need to do this. Her fingers brushed Roxanne’s cheeks with a gentle caress. Marcus says it could be years before another opportunity like this comes along, if one comes at all.

Ah, Marcus. Roxanne pushed her away and sat down at her desk. Funny how whatever Marcus tells you is gold, but my opinions and knowledge of the industry mean nothing.

Cherie looked dumbfounded. Marcus is my agent. He’s paid to seek out opportunities for me. Cherie took a step toward the desk. If you’re insinuating that there’s anything going on between him and me, then you’re just reaching for a reason to hate me. Maybe you need to so this will be easier for you, but I haven’t fucked a man in a long time, and I certainly don’t need to do it to get ahead in this business.

I’m not being shrewd, Roxanne said and crossed her legs so she could lean back in the chair more comfortably. It obvious my feelings toward you aren’t enough to make you stay. So, go, but don’t come running back to me when Hollywood slams its door in your pretty little face.

I’m sorry. Cherie stepped even closer and the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. I never meant to hurt you, she choked out on a sob. She squatted in front of the chair and reached for Roxanne. This time Roxanne encouraged her touch, too angry and in need of release to push her aside a second time.

Roxanne slipped off her shoes and opened her knees. Cherie slid her hands up Roxanne’s stockings and unclasped them from the garter belt. One at a time she slid them down, tossed them on the floor, and then trailed her palms up soft, bare skin. Reaching behind Roxanne she undid the zipper on her skirt, and when Roxanne lifted up on the chair, she pulled her skirt off and tossed it onto the floor with the stockings.

Lock the door, Roxanne ordered before Cherie removed any more of her clothing.

As Cherie followed her command, Roxanne moved to the small sofa and leaned back against the cushions. Cherie stopped in front of her and slowly undid the buttons of her own shirt, taking it off in a slow motion strip tease. Her breasts were barely covered by the thin yellow bra she wore, and Roxanne’s mouth watered in anticipation of tasting them one last time.

Cherie continued to remove her clothes until she stood completely naked before Roxanne. With lust in her eyes, she straddled Roxanne on the sofa. Roxanne gripped her hips and moved her hands up Cherie’s sides until she cupped her ample breasts. She feasted on each nipple, loving the way they hardened from her touch.

I love it when you touch me, Cherie said as a moan emerged from her throat. No one fucks like you do.

Roxanne fisted her hands in Cherie’s hair and pulled her face down. Their lips met in a rush of heat and animalistic need. Anger fueled her actions as she bit down on Cherie’s bottom lip a little harder than she should have, but the young woman didn’t back down. Instead she crawled onto the floor and ripped Roxanne’s panties off in one fluid movement.

Cherie trailed kisses up Roxanne’s legs. When she got to Roxanne’s thighs, she used her teeth to nip lightly at her skin. Roxanne felt the wetness pooling, the heat increasing as Cherie got closer to her waiting pussy.

Roxanne pushed her ass closer to the edge of the sofa seat which made it easier for Cherie to dip her head between her legs. The first brush of the other woman’s tongue on her clit sent shivers of need through her at full force. Cherie grabbed Roxanne’s ass and dug her nails into her flesh as she lapped at her juices.

Cherie lifted her head. Tell me you love me.

Roxanne didn’t respond. With her mind on the pleasure only, she reached down and pushed Cherie’s face back into her core. She rocked and bucked as the young woman’s lips and tongue brought orgasm just within her reach. The insertion of Cherie’s fingers into her pussy had just enough force to bring her over the first peak easily.

Not good enough. Cherie’s voice was almost irritating, but Roxanne was too swept up in the moment to care. I want you to come for me, Roxy, hard.

Cherie adjusted her hand so her thumb stroked Roxanne’s clit, three fingers caressed her inner vaginal walls, and her pinky slid easily into Roxanne’s ass. Roxanne lifted her hips and rode her hand, enjoying the sensations of having her body filled by the other woman’s fingers. The pressure built again as Cherie pushed as deep as her hand would go.

Roxanne came in a gush against her fingers. Cherie’s thumb continued to swirl against her clit until Roxanne’s body relaxed into the sofa. For the moment she was sated, and made no attempt to pleasure the other woman in the same way. It might have been selfish, but it was all she could offer at the moment.

I know you’ll miss me, Cherie said with a smile as she began to dress. You can say you won’t, but I know you will. Fully dressed, she attempted to climb on the sofa to snuggle, but Roxanne shook her head.

Don’t touch me right now. It was a warning, and Cherie exited the office without another word and a slam of the door.

Roxanne dressed quickly and then flipped on the computer to begin going through her messages. Keeping busy was the only way she could prevent the tears from spilling down her own cheeks. Fucking Cherie out of anger had been a big mistake. Instead of making her feel better about being in control, it only made her feel worse.

Never in her life had she felt such anguish over another human being. None of the women she’d been with had ever made her feel so conflicted, so used. She’d given Cherie a job, a home to live in, and her heart. And how was the other woman paying her back? By throwing it all away on the first promise of a Hollywood career.

Cherie was young, hopeful, and slightly deranged. Though she could sing