First comments, then update..
Washi - Good guesses. Thanks for the New Years wishes. Same to you.
amazonchyck - I agree that it’s hard to leave all your friends and promise that there will be some resolution to that. That said… the decision is made. They’re staying in this reality so that W & T2 can be together.
The Rose24 - Thanks for chiming in with the opinion. Yes, they’ve been angst aplenty.
amazonchyck - Excellent points re: the source and timing of the angst in this fic. Thanks for the implicit compliments.
Always410 - Welcome to the reading and commenting party. Thanks for the great thoughts on the art part. That is my favorite piece of writing that I’ve ever created so anytime someone reads and comments on it, my heart flutters. I’m glad that you decided to stick with the reading even if the idea of a second Tara seemed bad at first. Welcome and thanks.
Insanity - Hmmm, well that’s not going to be right because of the time but thanks for guessing. Her round is #4 so I’ll continue taking guesses…
Always410 - Hey, you’re caught up! Congratulations. How’d you know it would be that song? Actually, I used that same song in
Two Days. It’s my favorite song. Thanks.
Title – Paths Diverged/Divulged Part 32 –
RR #3 – E
Author – JustSkipit - Debra
Spoilers –Season 6
Rating – Part 32 – R
Disclaimer – Guess what… I don’t own W&T, Buffy or the rest of the BtVS crew. Any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental and fortunate. Also Rachel thinks I should point out that I don’t make any money from this…
Note - Guesses on Willow’s turn???
Thoughts in italicsNo one was surprised when they got the text message announcing Eliza’s round robin turn. The fact that the four girls were having lunch at Mongolian BBQ and that she entered the message while they were eating was the least of the factors clueing them in. Her constant teasing about their upcoming evening had started earlier in the week and had not abated. Tara and Michelle seemed to have a nonchalant, “we can’t really do anything about her,” attitude and Willow was busy being grateful that the girl had traded weeks with her. In the original drawing, Willow was supposed to have the third turn but she explained that some things she needed for her evening weren’t “in place” yet. And voila, for just the price of dinner and drinks (her bribe to get Eliza to trade weeks), she was last in the rotation.
If none of those things were enough hint that Eliza had just sent the text message, the fact that Eliza and Tara’s phones rang simultaneously was another clue. Obviously the dark-haired girl had decided that they needed two escorts and had text messaged both James and Little Joey. Little Joey called his sister’s phone while James called to say that he would leave Dallas shortly and be in Austin well ahead of time.
“James will be here by 6:00,” Tara reported as she hung up from her call.
Willow smiled as she heard her girlfriend’s words. She had always liked James in high school, although she never got to know him that well. Now she was getting to know him more and more and really liked the young man. It was apparent that he had a true affinity for Tara and that besides Michelle and Eliza he had been one of her greatest sources of support after the accident. In addition, as a fellow artist he had always been a valuable resource for her in her work. While Willow knew that he was independently wealthy, she respected that he was actually able to support himself through his work rather than live off his family’s money. “Good,” she whispered.
Eliza hung up announcing, “And that was Little Joey.”
“Is he bringing Sue?” Michelle asked.
“No,” Eliza explained, “she’s out of town.” She reached for the newly arrived fortune cookies and broke one open before starting to laugh.
“Ok,” Michelle asked, “what does it say?”
“Never be afraid to try new things… in bed,” Eliza smirked.
Tara turned to Willow to tease, “Really puts the mind to work doesn’t it?”
“Hey,” Eliza playfully took offense, “there are probably a few things we haven’t tried.”
“Speak for yourself,” Michelle quipped uncharacteristically.
All four girls laughed as Willow broke open her cookie next to read: “You have traveled far to find your destiny.” She lifted Tara’s hand to her mouth to place a soft kiss on the skin before jokingly adding, “… in bed.”
“We’ve noticed,” Eliza teased.
Tara broke open her missive next. “Good things come to those who wait,” she read, adding the obligatory, “in bed.”
Michelle reached out for her fortune from the only cookie that remained. “I guess this one is mine,” she announced. “Of course that means that it will contain great wisdom and be absolutely appropriate. Probably the most fitting fortune I’ve ever had.” She cracked it open and read the words inside before reading them in a deadpan: “You enjoy gambling, liquor, and horses… but not to excess.”
“In bed!” the other three girls chorused as they guffawed at their friend’s fortune and the implications of it in bed.
When they had all finished laughing Eliza stood and picked up the check. “I’ll start the paying now but I need to go and study,” she explained. The other girls agreed that they had studying to do also, except for Willow, who was happy to go and waste time sleeping or playing with the dog while the others studied. She had just received her acceptance letter to transfer to UT in the spring semester and was sure that her vacation would be short-lived.
By 9:00 all four girls as well as James and Little Joey had gathered at the house to go out. Eliza and Willow wore jeans while the others wore slacks and nice blouses or dress shirts. They had each had a margarita and they were feeling excited to go out. The group split up so that each escort was in a car with one of the couples and drove to the club.
At the door the bouncer seemed impressed with the girls that Joey and James had with them, as if he couldn’t imagine that the girls were only with each other. It probably seemed more exciting to him to imagine them as threesomes. Both James and Little Joey were excited to get to come with the girls, not to mention having the bouncer imagine them as such major studs. Who cared that the image was completely erroneous?
Willow looked around the club immediately upon entering. She had never been to a topless bar or even imagined going. But now here she was. She glanced over to note that the other girls all have very blasé looks on their faces except for Eliza, whose countenance demonstrated her excitement with the evening. It was as if testosterone was in the air. Willow noted all the men sitting at tables or the bar watching the dancers with glazed looks on their faces. She wondered briefly how much money a place like this made in a night.
“I reserved us a table,” Eliza announced and led the group to an area cordoned off with a red-ribbon type barrier. The bouncer at the entrance took her name and called over a girl who led them over to a table. Willow noted that apparently the wait staff was not made up of dancers as the girls carrying drinks were all wearing black slacks and white tuxedo shirts with different colored bow-ties. She noticed that the dancers seemed to be mingling in the VIP section.
No sooner had they taken a table and Eliza ordered drinks for them than a dancer came over. “Eliza, Michelle, Tara,” she called as she gave each girl a quick kiss and hug and pulled up a chair. “I can sit for a minute before I have to move along,” she explained. She smiled at the group as she said, “Unless one of you wants a lap dance.”
Tara giggled at the girl’s offer. “Kelly, this is my girlfriend Willow.” Turning to Willow she completed the introduction: “Willow this is Kelly, a friend of Eliza’s from school.” The dancer stuck out her hand to shake the redhead’s and visited with Eliza for a second about an assignment in one of their classes. Continuing to assess the events, Willow noted that James and Little Joey had now joined the other men in the club in leering unrestrainedly at the women on stage, although they did show a modicum of couth in doing so.
The entire group was having a fun time. They watched the various shows around the room, sometimes oohing or aahing with the rest of the audience at some seemingly impossible stretch or move. Kelly was a particular favorite of the room and Willow could see that she danced not just for the money, which she was making hand over fist, but for a love of dancing. Eliza had been very liberal with ordering drinks for everyone and buying a few lap dances for each escort as well as one for herself. Seeing two dancers with long dark hair enter the area she waved them over and paid for them to simultaneously give her girlfriend a lap dance. While Willow noted the Michelle’s embarrassment she also noticed that she was definitely enjoying the attention.
Oh well, to each their own, she thought, aware that she personally had no need for a dancer on her lap with Tara in her life.
While neither Willow nor Tara wanted any individual attention from any of the dancers, Eliza had other ideas. “You are going to have a lap dance before we leave here,” the dark-haired girl insisted as she slammed two twenties down on the table. Willow and Tara looked at each other as if to show their agreement that neither girl wanted any attention from any of the dancers. In fact, they both had enjoyed the evening but it only served to make them want the other more. Willow would be watching a girl dancing and think,
she has nice breasts but not as nice as Tara’s, while Tara spent the time evaluating each dancer’s hips or belly button in comparison to Willow’s and finding all competitors paled by comparison.
Spotting Kelly, Tara decided that if the she paid the girl for a dance, Eliza would be satisfied and at least Kelly would make the money. She waved the girl over and handed her the money, indicating herself and her girlfriend. Kelly seemed to understand immediately their wishes and began dancing for them, keeping herself relatively distant while she used her arms to sensually wave them closer together. By the end of the dance, the two witches were locked in a kiss which had those around them clapping and sounding wolf whistles. As they broke apart they asked with embarrassment, “is that ok?”
Kelly laughed as she explained, “Believe me, this place makes money off sights like that. Usually it’s the dancers but if it’s you, it’s all ok too.” She gave each girl a kiss on the cheek and moved to another table.
Michelle leaned her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder and pouted, “Can we go home, sweetie?”
“Don’t you want to stay a little longer,” Eliza urged. At that Michelle leaned over to whisper in her lover’s ear.
Immediately their hostess stood up saying, “Well come on, everyone. Let’s go!” The group laughed and Tara was pretty sure she heard mumbles of “whipped” to match her own.
The two witches dropped James off at Tara & Michelle’s house where he was staying and then continued on to Willow’s apartment. They had tried to divide time between the two homes so that both could do any household duties they needed but they weren’t willing to sleep apart. On nights that Tara had to work late, Willow would go over to her house and be waiting in the blonde’s bed. Tara didn’t always wake the redhead but she always enjoyed the warmth of snuggling with the woman she loved.
Tara was feeling tired so she sat on the edge of the bed as Willow went to use the bathroom. Her eyes sparkled as she saw her lover emerging from the bathroom. Willow’s hair was dark red, damp around her face where she had obviously gotten it wet when she washed her face. “Well, baby,” the blonde asked, “how was your first visit to a topless bar?”
The redhead’s eyes glinted as she commented, “disappointing.” She took a few steps closer to the bed and elaborated: “I was expecting more stripping. I mean what’s the fun if the woman is already nearly naked?” She sat gently onto Tara’s lap, ensuring that she wasn’t putting any weight on the girl’s injury and leaned forward slightly to purr in the blonde’s ear: “Why don’t we try an experiment?”
Tara was only slightly surprised as her lover stood up and walked over to the stereo, turning on the CD player. Apparently satisfied with the selection, Willow turned back toward the bed. “I really think a more personal dance is better,” she whispered as she began to sway to the music. Tara’s mouth was dry so she just nodded.
Willow kept her eyes fixed on the blonde’s just long enough to see the encouragement and excitement there. Then hers fluttered closed as her body swayed more expressively with the beat. Slowly her fingers traced their way through her hair, bouncing easily with her movements. Continuing the journey, she allowed her fingertips to brush against her neck, running them down the skin and imagining the way she loved to do just that to Tara’s sensitive skin. The memory brought a smile to her face and she did nothing to remove it as her hands continued their descent. Unwilling to touch herself too boldly at first she fanned her fingers and rubbed her palms down her arms, cradling her own elbows as she began to deepen the movement of her slight hips.
Taking a step forward she finally opened her eyes and took in the sight of her lover. Tara still sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with darkened eyes. Willow noticed that the blonde managed to stay still although her hands seemed to be opening and closing on their own as if seeking something to hold, stroke, or touch. The redhead held Tara’s gaze as she moved her hands to the top button of her blouse and slowly slipped it from the button hole. Without coming closer or changing the rhythm of her movements she undid the buttons one by one until her blouse hung open.
Tara stared unabashedly at the strip of skin exposed by Willow’s blouse, or rather lack of blouse. Her smooth neck seemed to flow into the beautiful skin of her chest. The bare swell of her breasts was only hinted at by the skin exposed around the delightful green bra and its front clasp and finally the flat white skin of her stomach seemed to invite a line of kisses that would eventually make it even lower.
The look in Tara’s eyes did not go unnoticed by her lover. Even though the women at the bar hadn’t particularly turned Willow on, it was virtually impossible to be near Tara for any length of time, hell to think about her for any length of time, and not be aroused. The redhead allowed her blouse to slide down both arms simultaneously, catching it in one hand and playfully swinging it around her head before tossing it at her lover’s feet. Willow allowed her hand to follow the path Tara’s eyes were tracing, her thumb and finger grasping the first button on her jeans before quickly tugging all five buttons apart.
The blonde was surprised as Willow slowly turned her back to her and slid her hands down her sides inside the jeans. The denim material followed the motion of her hands and she bent at the waist as she pushed them to the floor, twisting slightly to smile at the blonde over her shoulder before stepping out of the clothing. As she did, she turned back toward the bed and slowly approached Tara, settling again on her lap. The blonde began to raise her hands to Willow’s hips but was quickly admonished, “No touching the dancers, miss.” Tara smiled slightly and nodded that she remembered the standard rule. As if to reward Tara for quickly removing her hands, Willow ran one fingertip along the lace of her bra. “My lover bought me this bra,” she whispered. “She wanted the green to match my eyes.”
“Beautiful,” Tara managed to whisper. She was finding it increasingly difficult to speak and keeping her hands off Willow was nearing the level of impossibility. Seeing the look in Tara’s blue eyes and feeling that same passion herself, the redhead slid her fingertips to her clasp and released it. For a second she held it closed, half-teasing both girls, before dropping it completely and allowing the lingerie to fall to the floor.
“Fortunately,” she whispered as she bent her lips to Tara’s neck, “the dancer can touch the customer as much as she wants.” She knew that she hadn’t finished her performance, that she still wore her the matching emerald green panties, that if she were a topless dancer, Tara hadn’t gotten her entire money’s worth yet. And yet, she couldn’t keep herself from her newest task. Her hands fumbled only momentarily with the buttons on Tara’s top as she gasped, “I need to feel your body naked against mine.” Tara’s hands wrapped around the redhead’s hips as she pulled her down onto the bed.
---
"I was working on a proof of one of my poems all morning and took out a comma. In the afternoon, I put it back in again." - Oscar Wilde