NC17 AU - Computers, Conferences and Kisses

[Ice]

Summary: Tara moved to LA to try and make it as an artist, she works in the bar of a posh hotel in the mean time to make ends meet.
Willow is the managing director of a huge computer company.
One christmas party changes both the womens lives forever.
Rating: NC-17.... there is lots and lots of graphic sex.... and I mean graphic like, only your gynachologist and your lover know you that well graphic!
Pairing: Willow and Tara obviously, there are a few couples in there too but we dont want to see them getting all horny and sweaty so some smooching from them is about it!
Feedback: Yes please, and lots and lots of it, either here or to justkay@hotmail.co.uk
Distribution: Its already at EF and Through the Looking Glass but if you'd like to put it somewhere else, drop me an email and ask!! As long as its creditted to me and my contact stuff is on there then woohoo!!
Notes: Before anyone says that this isn't my fic, then let me explain, my penname is Spellbound and Im almost sure that I registered here under that name but I forgot all my details and am now Ice. I am the same person. Just email me on justkay@hotmail.co.uk and then send me an email via flamey, slayersfanfic archive, Looking glass, NHA or my website at http://livingdead.moonfruit.com if you wanna try and catch me out! hehe. Or you can just ask Willow Watcher, I know shes an established Kitten and she'll tell ya straight.


Another Christmas Party

‘Another busy night’ Tara thought to herself as the crowd flowed through the door. She had been working the bar at the Noxon Hotel for the past 2 years. Her real passion was art and she had moved to California to try and ‘make it’ as an artist, so far she had sold one picture, hardly the thing dreams are made of.

Tonight was the Christmas party of a local company, well, they had started of locally and after a few alterations in the management had spanned the nation. They sold computer components and offered training and installation of the latest technologies, or so Tara believed. Her computer knowledge spanned as far as writing emails and just about managing to surf the net without too many hassles.
She rolled her eyes as the first handful of people entered the room, the men in their 40’s were your typical nerds who never grew out of the stereotype. They looked so out of place in the plush hotel bar that she couldn’t help but smile.

Two of the men sauntered over to the bar and sat heavily on the stools. “Two cokes please.” The older of the two men said, fixing Tara in his sights. “Coming right up.” She replied and flashed him a smile as she fixed his drinks.
As the rest of the party entered, her co-worker for the evening, a tall, handsome man called Vince arrived. “Late as usual.” She said as he ducked behind the bar.
Vince was the kind of guy who’d be late to his own funeral, but you could never be mad at him for long. He had the rugged good looks worthy of any actor and his charm and charismatic nature had bedded many a woman…. Except Tara. He had been trying to seduce his way into her pants since he started but she remained immune to his flirting.

“Hey, you love me really!” he said trying to look hurt as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her fondly on the cheek. Shrugging him off, she indicated to a group of men who were waiting at the end of the bar. “Go. Serve!” she told him, playfully flicking him in the ass with a towel as he turned. “I’m going for my break.”

Leaving him to it, Tara grabbed a bottle of water and lifted the hatch, stepping into the rapidly filling room. She slid, undetected out the front doors and sat on the front steps of the hotel, the warm Californian evening relaxing her.
She sighed deeply as another car pulled up to hotel and a large group of men, this time younger than the rest emerged. “So, is the MD coming or is she too good to party with the lower beings?” she heard one of them ask as the climbed the steps of the ancient building. “Yeah, that bitch is coming!” the youngest member growled in response. The three men fell back from the main group as their conversation continued. “You’re just pissed ‘coz she makes you work!” he was told by one of the men, “Yeah, that and she wouldn’t sleep with him.” The two men laughed at their friend jovially as he pretended to be insulted. “She’s a dyke anyway!” he said indignantly. As they entered the main building, Tara laughed. “Oldest excuse in the world.” She muttered under her breath.

With her break almost over, she headed back inside and ducked into the bathroom which she found, to her surprise to be empty. “Dunno why I’m surprised really.” She said out loud as she closed the stall door behind her. “It’s all geeky computer guys out there!” she smiled as she pushed the lock over the door.
The flush of a toilet indicated that she wasn’t alone as she’d thought and a smooth and rather sexy voice said; “Not all geeky guys.” The voice told her before the door banged closed, it’s owner disappearing into the hotel.

Tara felt her face flush as she straightened her uniform and exited the stall, washing her hands and checking her appearance. The crisp white shirt, black tie, black trousers and long apron weren’t the best uniform in the world, but it was a long way from being the worst. With her hands washed and hair tied back she returned to the main bar.
Vince had managed to draw quite a crowd, 4 women were crowded around him, watching him perform yet another ‘magic’ trick. Tara shook her head and smiled, it never ceased to amazed her how he could find the most attractive women at ever single event the hotel had thrown. ‘Oh well, it’s always the barman who gets the girls.’ Tara told herself, ‘No one said anything about the barmaid though’ she thought, a hint of disappointment touching her eyes.

The evening progressed and turned out better than Tara had first anticipated. By 9.30 the place was jumping, a karaoke had set up in the corner and in between some interesting dancing, people had gotten up on stage and sung, ok not well, but they’d done it nonetheless. “Who knew geeks could be fun?” Tara laughed as a small man with coke bottle glasses grabbed the mic and proceeded to sing ‘Barbie Girl’. Vince had joined her laughter when his voice caught in his throat and he stared, open mouthed at the door way. Tara followed his bulging eyes and found herself stood agape. A tall, stunning woman had entered, dressed in a pinstripe suit, the skirt of which was cut higher than one would expect with a spit that revealed her taut and slender thigh to perfection. Her white shirt was unbuttoned just enough so that if she bent over, her small but delicious looking cleavage would be on show for anyone who cared to look, topped with long, red hair Tara was convinced that this was the most beautiful woman on the entire planet.

Trying to shake herself back to reality before Vince noticed her staring, she punched him gently in the arm. “She’s way out of your league mate.” She told him as she turned back to the bar, “Unfortunately, way out of mine too.” She whispered sadly as another band of geeks headed onto the stage to attempt another song.

[Willowlover]

Awesome story! Please update soon. =)

[peggy of sunnydale]

wow great start i love that they are both very confident woman it will be very cool to see the rest of the story

[kimmy_s]

yay!! u have finally brought this amazing fic to the kitten board! *does happy dance!*
this is by far one of my fave fics of all time!! i shall be reading and following updates even though i have read this story a million times!! thanks for cheering up a very bad day!
kim xx

[DaddyCatALSO]

I hope nobody takes this the wrong way, but, well...
When one of "mah fellow "Murricans" has British charcaters spouting Americanisms I get annoyed...
But when writers ouside the US have their AMerican characters using British expressions I find it cute as hell.
I've been noticing that a lot lately and I decided to mention it ehre.
Nice start;I can't help but wonder who then "other couples"a re going to be.

[Willow Watcher]

See, this is why I love ya. Bringing all these fics on here. SEE EVERYONE...KAY IS EXCELLENT! Great person, fab. writer and I want more!!! MORE DAMN IT...MORE, MORE, MORE! Love ya babe!

[Willowtree252]

I love this story more please You are a wonderful writer the best this story is right up my ally

[Ice]

Sex On The Beach

Tara walked the bar rapidly, her heart racing a little more than she had realised. She smiled at the young men she recognised from outside the hotel earlier. “What can I get you?” she asked as she reached them. They had evidently had a lot to drink and had reached the stage of being drunk where they were invincible and, more annoyingly, irresistible, at least in their minds. The least drunk guy placed their order and as she turned, one of them called out; “I’d like an order of that ass, baby!!” he howled as his friends erupted into laughter.

Tara fixed their drinks and rolled her eyes, noticing that Vince had glared down the bar at the guys and was making an effort to keep an eye on them. She placed three bottles of beer in front of them and smiled weakly, she knew her job meant that she would often be leered at by drunken men but that didn’t mean she had to like it. “This ass is far too much for you to handle!” she whispered to the guy who had made the earlier comment and blushed deeply as his friends took about jibing and teasing him.

“Better bust some tables.” Vince called down to her as he expertly jugged orders and bottles, drawing whoops and cheers from the women seated at the bar. “On it.” She called, grabbing a tray and lifting the hatch in one movement. The crowd were wild, everyone dancing, singing and generally having a great time. As Tara moved through the mass of bodies, collecting glasses and bottles, she found herself scanning the crowd for the red head, unable to find her she focused on the task at hand.

When she was unable to carry any more and after receiving various proposals, of marriage, the best sex of her life and one rather odd offer to wrap her in saran wrap (cling film to us Brits, sorry, I’m running on American) and peanut butter, she headed back to the bar. Filling the glass washer promptly, she heard a females voice call her from the very far end of the bar. “Right with you.” She said, looking up she saw the red head nod and smile.
Tara threw the remaining glasses into the machine and slammed the door. As she make her way to the end of the bar she was wolf whistled and heard many lewd comments as she passed her new group of admirers. “What can I do you for?” she asked, her cheeks flushing as the words left her mouth. The red head locked eyes with her, smiled and raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow. “Well,” she purred, “I always fancied ‘Sex on the Beach’, could you do that?” Tara stood back, her mouth agape much to the delight of the woman sat in front of her. “You? I? Sorry?” she babbled. The red head laughed a laugh that was a little on the dirty side. “The cocktail!” she said and Tara felt her face turn beet red. “Oh, yeah of course!” she said, trying to laugh off the images of the sun beating down over the firm body of the woman in front of her as the sea lapped against their naked, entwined bodies. “Your wish is my command.” She added instantly kicking herself mentally as she turned to the spirits behind her. ‘Fucks sake Tar,’ she scolded herself, ‘You’re flirting like a slut!’ the reasonable and sexual part of her brain reminded her; ‘She started it, she didn’t have to ask for that’

As Tara smiled at the thought it dawned on her that she had no clue how to make the cocktail requested and she flustered slightly before Vince shimmied over. “Lucky bitch.” He told her, “What’s she want?” he asked, hoping that the next time she appeared at the bar, he’d be in with her drink before she had to ask. “Sex on the beach?!” Tara replied, hoping that Vince knew how to make it. He smiled, “And she wants it from you? Damn, am I ever outta luck!” Regarding his bar mate, he added; “1 vodka, 3/4each Chambord and peach schnapps, splash it in pineapple, orange and cranberry juices. Oh and Tara?” Tara turned to look at the young man “Have fun!” he added with a mischievous grin and a wink.
Tara laughed as she scoured the shelves for the spirits needed. Surprisingly, she found them all and a cocktail shaker, her gaze returning to the red head who was watching her intently. Trying to do her best impression of the movie; ‘Cocktail’, Tara managed to flip ice into the metal container and as she measured out the spirits, she found herself grinning. Spinning the shaker on one hand she prayed that it wouldn’t burst apart and her prays were answered, the drink staying put until she popped the top and poured the liquid into a waiting glass. With a cheeky grin, she handed the drink to the woman who was licking her lips in front of her before heading off to serve a large group of leering guys.

Their orders were pretty simple and as she prepared their drinks, she felt hot eyes burning into her back as the red head studied her body and undressed her mentally.
She shivered a little under her gaze and felt the dampness growing between her legs as she served yet more alcohol fuelled men.
Across the room, the large cinema screen had been pulled down for the karaoke, making it easier for everyone in the room to appreciate the lyrics and videos, although thankfully, no one seemed to be interested in singing, their thoughts concentrated more on their alcohol intake and finding someone to get laid with.

Tara returned from busting tables and found herself being called back down to the red head at the end of the bar. “Hey.” Tara said her voice a little more seductive than she felt comfortable with. The woman extended her hand, “I’m Willow.” She said, taking Tara's hand in her own. Tara shook the warm hand politely, her knees shaking and the dampness between her thighs growing. “Tara” she replied. Willows eyes once again locked onto her own and Tara found herself lost in the emerald oceans before her. Willow stood slightly and leaned into the bar, possibly to make herself heard or maybe for another reason, her lips now inches from Tara's ear, “What’s in a ‘Screaming Orgasm?” she asked and Tara swallowed hard. ‘You and me baby.’ Her mind screamed at her but she remained in control of her mouth, mentally thanking the lecherous man who had ordered one only two days previously.
“Erm, kahlua, Irish cream, amaretto and vodka.” Tara replied, leaning in closer the woman who had now placed her hand on Tara's forearm and was stroking it softly. “How about a ‘Comfortable Screw’?” Willow purred into her ear, her breath shallow. Tara bit back a moan and fought to remember the ingredients. This was a game that would help her reach many a climax once she got home. It had been a while since a beautiful woman had asked her for a comfortable screw and her clit burned at the prospect. “I’ll have to look that one up.” She said apologetically.
Willow giggled, “Been a while, uh?” she asked, and Tara found herself nodding. “Lets see what we can do about that.” Willow responded, her voice barely audible leaving Tara to wonder if she’d actually said the words or her mind had made them up.

[Ice]

Between The Sheets

Stepping back, Tara took a deep breath. Vince who had been watching the encounter with much interest pointed to a shelf just in front of the blonde. She looked down and saw, to her delight, a cocktail book, claiming to contain the recipes of every cocktail known to man. She bent down and fetched the book, as she stood, Willow laughed. “Hey, a girl has to make sure she’s getting it right.” She said, kicking herself once again for not coming up with something better. “A comfortable Screw” she said, looking into Willows eyes and silencing her giggles. “Vodka, southern comfort and eugh, orange juice.” Willows nose wrinkled. “Orange juice? Yuk, not with that. What is it without orange juice?” she asked.
Tara's eyes scanned the page and a smile teased her lips, “Well,” she said seductively, “Add some sloe gin and it becomes a slow comfortable screw.” Tara didn’t bother to hide the arousal in her voice and it caused Willow to shift on her stool, a wickedly sexy smile causing Tara's clit to scream out for attention and make her knees weak. “My favourite kind.” Willow purred back.

The thudding on the microphone snapped the pair back into reality and neither one had noticed exactly how close to kissing they had become, their lips barely an inch apart. “Good evening ladies and gentleman.” A man who Tara aged at approximately 40 had taken to the stage and was obviously going to be making some announcements. Willow turned to regard this man and she smiled, she liked him he worked hard and had been the first to congratulate her when she brought out the company and turned it around. Tara, accepting that Willows attention was now elsewhere, turned to prepare the next sexually charged cocktail, earning herself a congratulatory grin from Vince who recognised the drink she was mixing.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming.” The large man on stage continued. “The success of this year as been hard come by and I know you’ve all worked hard to bring us where we are today.” A few of the crowd heckled him and made lewd comments, some of them laughing raucously before settling down to listen to what he had to say. “But we all know that none of this would have been possible without the vision and determination of our new MD.” Despite a few boo’s from some people, the crowd turned in unison on Willows direction, “Raise your glasses if you will, to Ms Willow Rosenberg!” the man finished, his glass held aloft. “Willow Rosenberg!” the crowd repeated and toasted their boss before clapping and cheering.
Willows cheeks burned a deep crimson at the attention and she smile, nodding her thanks to her colleagues.

Before they had the opportunity to drag her on stage for a speech, the dj/karaoke host burst in and Robert Palmers ‘Addicted To Love’ thudded around the room.
Vince and Tara looked at each other, they had seen ‘Cocktail’ many times and had often performed their own rendition whenever the song was played in the bar. Both grinned as Vince threw Tara a shaker. “Lets do it!” he said and she nodded, dancing gracefully to fill the container with ice.
The drinkers sat at the bar cheered when they realised what was in store and Tara approached Willow, raising her eyebrows questioning and dancing to the music Willow smile a predatory smile, knowing that this was for her. “Slow comfortable screw.” She stated, licking her lips. “Slow comfortable screw.” Tara repeated to Vince and the crowd cooed their approval, as they stared down the bar to Willow who remained oblivious to them, her eyes captivated by the dancing blonde behind the bar.

The drink took forever as Tara and Vince danced and sang their way through its preparation, giving Tom Cruise a run for his money they had the crowd singing along with the track and cheering. As Tara poured the drink into a tall glass full of crushed ice and served it to Willow, complete with stirrer and pink umbrella, the people gathered around the bar took to their feet in the first standing ovation their routine had ever received.

Tara and Vince took their bows and Tara ran down to Willow, dragging her as best she could to her feet and making her take a bow with her.

As the evening drew to a close, Vince called ‘last orders’ on the party. Unlike many bars in the area, the hotel could only serve until 1am and even that was late in comparison. Tara took the opportunity to slip out to the bathroom, she splashed her face and ran her wrists under the cold water, trying desperately to cool herself down.

Back in the bar, Willows head was spinning, she never usually drank but the sight of Tara had turned her on and she’d decided to opt for a new way of finding out if she had any chance with the gorgeous blonde. ‘What better way than X-rated cocktails’ her mind had told her. The reaction she got was better than she could have hoped and she was almost sure that this woman was interested. Searching her mind for something filthy, she remembered the perfect cocktail, not in the least bit dirty but it summed up exactly what she wanted. As Tara returned to the bar, her arms full of glasses, Willow beamed at her.
Vince nodded and took the glasses, loading them into the washer next to where Tara was now standing. “What’s gonna finish your evening off perfectly?” she asked Willow, a hungry look meeting the fiery passion of the emerald eyes. “I’m glad you put it that way.” Willow purred, “I want a ‘warm blonde’!” Tara grinned, her underwear dampening further and her already engorged clit threatening to trigger her own screaming orgasm in the middle of the bar.

Vince stepped in for which Tara was almost thankful, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t just leap the bar and fuck Willow in the middle of the dance floor. “That’s my speciality.” He said, to Willow whose eyes never left Tara who was panting noticeably behind him. Willow beckoned him closer as he expertly layered the two spirits in a shot glass. “What’s hers?” she asked gesturing towards Tara. Vince turned and regarded his friend, her arousal and hunger for the woman in front of him written clearly on her face. He gave Tara a conspirital wink, “Her speciality” he said, his voice laced with promise, “Is the ‘red headed slut’.” He slid the shot glass into Willows hand and watched as Tara's mouth dropped open and the red head growled low in her throat as the passion burned in her eyes.

Tara was lost, time and place vanished and she felt trapped within her own embarrassment. ‘How could he?’ she asked herself. Around her the laughter subsided as people made their way out of the hotel and into the warm summer night, by the time Tara's eyes had refocused and she had regained control of her limbs, Willow had gone. Her eyes scanned the room and, with the exception of a few passed out partiers it was empty. “Fuck it!” she exclaimed loudly. Vince just laughed and Tara ended up joining him. “So, how long you been eating pussy then?” he asked bluntly.
“You have no tact at all do you?!” Tara said as the quickly cleared the bar and tidied and washed glasses. “Don’t dodge the subject!” he told her, trying to sound stern. “No wonder you wouldn’t sleep with me.” He laughed, it was the laugh of a man so cock sure of himself and his sexual prowess that it made Tara, and most other women want to throttle him. She stalked over to him and pushed him back against the wall, her lips inches from his own. “I’m too much for you baby!” she whispered in his ear, rubbing her hands slowly down his torso, as she got to within millimetres of his groin she pulled back with a giggle as he gulped furiously. “See!” she laughed, “I’ll see you tomorrow!” Tara picked up her bag and with one final flash of a smile, vanished out the door leaving Vince to deal with the hard truth of her claim.

In the foyer a cool breeze ruffled her hair and Tara inhaled deeply. “What a night!” she sighed as she stepped into the moonlight. A soft hand caressed the small of her back and instantly she knew who it belonged to, urgent kisses consumed her neck and a passion filled voice caressed her ears, “Wanna do your speciality?” Willow growled seductively in her ear as she guided her down the stone steps and into a waiting cab.

[Ice]

Going Down in Flames

Tara slid into the cab, Willow right behind her. As soon as the door was closed Willows lips met Tara's in a powerful, fiery yet passionate kiss, her tongue forcing its way into the aroused blondes mouth and joining her own in a seductive dance. Willows hands clawed down Tara's back, eliciting low growls that vibrated her tongue and made Willow kiss her harder.
The startled driver cleared his throat, turning in his seat to witness the impending act of carnal lust that was threatening to explode in the back seat. Willow pulled back slightly, “2436 Whedon drive” she told him, her breath shallow and heavy with passion.

The driver nodded, finding it hard to turn away as the blondes hands raked through the silken red hair of her lover, pulling the other woman back to her hungry lips. Eventually he turned and shifted in his seat, putting the car in gear and driving slowly into the night.
Tara's mind rushed, the hormones and endorphins flooding her system as Willow fought to slide her hand under her apron. Tara pushed her back against the door, biting on her bottom lips as she ran her hands up the beautifully sculpted thigh of the ravishing red head. Willow groaned and the cab driver, who was by now watching the show in his rear view mirror, swerved violently. “Fuck sakes!” Tara growled as Willow bit her lip, drawing blood.

She pulled back from Willow and snarled at the cabbie, “Watch where you’re driving!” she barked at him, slamming herself back into her seat, reluctantly accepting that she would have to wait if she wanted Willow. Willow leant in, wiping Tara's bottom lips gently. “Sorry.” She purred as she wiped the blood onto a tissue. “For what?” Tara looked perplexed, in the passion of the moment, she hadn’t realised that her lips was bleeding. Willow guided the blondes fingers to her lip and as Tara found the blood there, she licked her finger suggestively, drawing more guttural moans from the red head.

As the cab turned into Willows street, the red head fixed Tara with an undeniable gaze of pure animal lust. She had never seen such a look, let alone one that was directed at her, Tara swallowed hard, her clit throbbing uncontrollably as natural juices flooded her panties. Willow threw the door open before the bad had come to complete halt and practically dragged Tara from the back seat. As Tara fell into her, Willow backed up, her back colliding with the wall of her apartment building as Tara kissed her hard, her hands sliding under the tight white shirt and unclasping her bra. Willow moaned, pushing her hips into those of the blonde.

Tara found the already erect nipples of her lover with ease and her fingers glided gently over each one before she pinched the hard nubs roughly causing Willow to growl deep in her throat and thrust her hips into Tara's, her skirt riding up to reveal black lacy panties. As Tara kissed and nibbled her neck, her hand slapped Willows firm ass before caressing the burning flesh lovingly then awarding the groans with another firm slap. As Willow pulled roughly on her hair, Tara's hand slid between the other woman's legs, finding the lacy panties warm and wet under her fingers.
From behind them a deep and clearly excited man interrupted their passion, “Damn! That shit is hot!!!” he exclaimed as the women turned to see the cab driver waiting for payment. “Think you’ve seen enough!” Willow panted in his direction as she grabbed Tara's hand and lead her into the building.

They couldn’t help but giggle as they entered the foyer, Willow pushing the button for the lift, her eyes focused on Tara's in the large mirror that ran the length of the wall. Tara's arms wrapped around her waist as they waited for the lift, their eyes remained locked in the glass as Tara licked, sucked and bit Willow delicate earlobe, her hands returning to hard nubs under the woman's shirt. Willow pushed her ass back into Tara's groin, something in the pocket of the apron pressing hard onto Tara's engorged clit and making her moan and bite the vulnerable flesh of the exposed neck before her. Willows hands snaked around to Tara's full ass, pulling her in tighter as she ground her hips into the moaning woman.

The lift arrived and as soon as they had entered, Willow turned the tables, pressing Tara against the cool glass and ripping her apron from her waist. She no longer had time or patience for things like knots and bows. Tara moaned as Willow enveloped her lips in another fiery kiss, her hand pressing firmly against the tender area between Tara's legs, her other hand shooting out and pressing the button for the penthouse.
Unnoticed to the two women engrossed in their sexual adventure, a security camera buzzed and hummed as it focused closer on the occupants of the lift.

In the security room, two men sat watching the show unveil itself before their eyes. “Is that Ms Rosenberg?” one asked, peering closer at the screen. “Who cares!” his friend replied and the woman in the short skirt dropped to her knees, taking the trousers of the woman in front of her with her. “Holy shit!” both men exclaimed as the woman on her knees snarled up at the display above the door.
Willow rose to her feet and Tara tried pushing her back down, just the warm breath on her swollen clit had sent the first tremors of climax through her and now she was standing up!? Willow gestured to the now open doors. “This is where we get off.” She purred, the sound turning Tara's knees to jelly and stoking the fire in her stomach.

Willow took the soft hand of her lover and led her into a pale but warm corridor, at the end of which stood two huge mahogany doors. Almost running, Willow swiped a plastic key card through a device on one of the huge doors and it popped open immediately. Their passions all consuming, the women fell into the large room, hands ripping at clothes, limbs entwined in a deep and carnal dance.

Willow pulled at Tara's tie, assuming that it was a clip-on she was momentarily surprised to find that it remained in place. “Lights.” She growled into the darkness. The room was illuminated suddenly causing both women to squint at the harshness. Kissing and pulling Tara towards the large cream leather couch located in a sunken seated area, Willows mind searched for the command that would reduce the brightness in the room, her mind was full of Tara, the soft silky skin, her hypnotic smell and stunningly deep eyes drowned out the need for romantic lighting. As Tara fell, albeit gracefully, over the arm of the couch, Willow followed landing a little firmer than she’d wanted on the voluptuous woman. “Hangover!” she barked as she landed. Tara giggled, she had heard many words called out in moments of passion, but ‘hangover’ was a new one for her. The lights dimmed to a more suitable level and she understood.

Her giggles were swiftly turned into moans as Willows hand dove into her soaked panties and found her clit, painfully engorged and throbbing. Tara dug her nails through the thin material of Willows shirt causing the red head to groan and slide her fingers lower. Tara's hips bucked in response, desperate for this woman to be filling her, her hands slid further down Willows body finding her ass she pulled up the skirt that encased the firm flesh and squeezed hard as Willow expertly slid two fingers deep into her.
Tara moaned and writhed under the lithe and skilled woman on top of her, her hands finding Willows ass and parting the cheeks to stroke the puckered hole as Willow thrust deeper and hard into her, urgency taking the lead over any sensuousness.

Tara's breath was shallow, sweat ran a fine line between her shoulder blades and dampened her shirt as she growled and pushed Willow backwards, pouncing on top of the woman, she ripped the shirt open, buttons pinging off of the mirror on the wall to her right. She greedily took each hard nipple into her mouth as she caressed the firm, pert breasts before her. Kissing down her body, Willow moaned as Tara's tie tickled the path her lips had taken only seconds before. “Going down in flames.” Tara thought as she found Willow wet and throbbing for her. As she sucked the sweet, wet clit that screamed for attention, she felt Willow buck and moan before stiffening and pushing her head further into the wet mound before her. Sliding her tongue deep into Willow, Tara felt the muscles contract around it as Willow came hard, coating her tongue and lips in sweet juice. “What a way to burn!” Tara grinned and she licked and sucked Willow into a second screaming climax.

Suddenly she felt a pressure pulling at her neck and realised that Willow was dragging her back up by her tie. As she crawled to the hungry lips of the woman who had, only moments earlier, filled her mouth with her passion she growled, her own unfulfilled climax desperate to escape her. Willow kissed her deeply, tasting herself in the mouth of the blonde. She guided Tara up to sit astride her and her fingers began work at a frantic pace, thrusting deep into Tara as she rode the hand of the vivacious red head. He own climax rocketed through her body, soaking Willows hand and leaving her shaking in Willows arms.

Both women spent from their frantic adventures, they collapsed back into the couch and slept soundly.

[hr]

Im so nice to you all! lol.

DaddyCatALSO: I do try and write 'American' but what can I say, Im a Londoner born and bred so its tough! But if it softens the blow a little, I can't write Giles for love nor money! Willow Watcher writes Giles perfectly, to the point where I have to ask her for a translation sometimes! But if anything really bugs you then please point it out and I'll change it. I do do my best to get them as close to 'normal' as poss but then again, I know I can't write the characters incredibly well which is why a lot of my fics are AU so then if they do and say things that aren't like the show, then well tough coz I've only borrowed them to make them do smutty things for my own pleasure! lol.... I know, Im a cheeky mare!!!

Kimmy S: There ya go, lots of updatey goodness and a smutfest for you too! Hope this cheers your day a lot more! Glad you love this fic, its probably my first serious effort at a fic and the only reason it came about? I was watching Latter Days - and well Amber in the uniform..... Mmmmmmmmmm!! Who'd have thought that that could produce this?!

WW: You nutter! You know I love it when you're all forceful!!! [hr]

[Lonewolf22]

Ice: Great fic, I really loved the interaction and teasing between our favorite girls in the bar, it was really funny seeing Tara at a loss for words when Willow asked for a Sex on The Beach. The scene in the cab and the apartment was REALLY HOT, the way that Willow and Tara just wanted each other was really SEXY. I can't wait to read more.

Lonewolf22

[love_2003]

WOW!!!! this has to be the sexiest thing i have ever read.

the pure animalistic lust is always fun.

[Ice]

Coffee and Cribs

Sunlight streamed in through the huge windows and roused Tara from her sleep. She grudgingly opened her eyes and stretched. Panic set in momentarily until the memory of the nights activities calmed her. “Wow!” she breathed quietly.

Looking around the large, clean living room she found it to be empty of people. Tara sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes. To her right, an identical couch to the one she was sitting on, stretched out at a right angle, filling the wall to her left was a painting Tara immediately recognised, after all it was she who had painted it. In the centre of the sunken sitting area and directly in front of her, was a large glass coffee table, a bowl with floating scented candles in its middle and a handful of smaller tea lights around the edges. On the edge nearest her, Tara saw a piece of paper, folded in two with her name written over the front, the fine, elegant handwriting calling her.

She reached out and sighed, “The ole ‘fuck and run’” she said sadly as she lifted the note, unfolding it carefully.

You looked so sexy and peaceful that I didn’t have the heart to wake you.

The note caused Tara to grin from ear to ear as she read;

There’s fresh coffee in the kitchen and plenty to eat, although I doubt any of it will taste as good as you!!!!

Tara moaned, feeling a familiar dampness growing once again between her thighs.

I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up, I had some crisis to deal with, I tried to get out of it but they couldn’t cope without me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.
Help yourself to anything you want and I’ll see you soon.
Kisses, Willow.

Tara smiled and lifted herself off the couch, the smell of fresh coffee guided her towards the kitchen and she pushed the door open. “WOW!” she exclaimed as she took in the kitchen before her. “My apartment isn’t this big!” she said, in awe of the room. A large island in the middle of the room was capable of sitting at least 15 people around it although there were only four stools, pots and pans hung from the ceiling and a large bowl of fresh fruit sat on the shelf that ran the length of the island. As she walked deeper into the room, she noticed a brand new oven from which one could feed everyone in L.A in one sitting, a classic English country house sink and a huge fridge by the door.
Tara felt like she had fallen into MTV and was on a tour of a celebrities house. A small computer screen on the counter next to the fridge told her the temperature outside as well as giving her the option of controlling everything in the house, lights, water, the blinds in each room and even the shower.

Tara pulled open the door to the fridge and scanned its contents, after her exertions the night before, she was starving. The choices laid out before her were immense, fresh fruits of various types, yoghurts, eggs, bacon, sausages, amongst many other tasty looking morsels. One bowl caught her eye, it wore a tag bearing her name and she reached in.

Something fruity beautiful?

Willow had prepared a fresh fruit salad, strawberries, mango, pineapple, kiwi and grapes sat in the bowl. Tara smiled, “You’re amazing.” She told the empty kitchen as she placed the bowl on the island and turned to the coffee machine. Willow had laid her out both a cup and a mug, opting for the mug she poured the scalding liquid and turned back to her breakfast. After opening 8 drawers and still not finding a suitable eating utensil, Tara opted or the original way and used her fingers.

With the fruit rapidly eaten she washed her dish and mug and set out in search of the bathroom. A small corridor lead away from the living room and opened into another huge room, this one being Willow bedroom. The centre piece of the room being a massive four poster bed draped with soft white silk, pillows filled the head of the bed and Tara stood in silent amazement. To her far left a large oak door and continuing to her right was the corridor. “Place your bets.” She said as she walked into the room towards the door. She ran her fingers over the deep red cover on the bed and smiled, comfortable yet luxurious the room suited Willow down to the ground. She pushed the door open and stepped inside finding herself in a dark room or unknown content. “Oh, erm. Lights!” she commanded and the room lit up.
“Ok, not a bathroom!” she said as she looked around the room, clothes hung from rails everywhere, two large chests of drawers on the wall to her immediate left were topped with vases of fresh flowers and photos of various people who Tara could only assume were family or friends. The room smelled entirely like Willow, her perfume and well, just Willow. Tara crossed to one of the rails, her hand brushing the expensive material of the first suit hanging there. She breathed deeply, letting the aroma of the woman she had shared the best night with fill her lungs.

Quickly she turned back towards the door, the call of nature dragging her away from the sweet smell of the red head.
“Oh, erm….” She realised she didn’t know how to turn the lights off. “No lights?” she said aloud, they remained on and she danced on the spot. “Dark.” She tried, swearing under her breath when they remained on. She didn’t want Willow to think she had been snooping around but her bladder wouldn’t let her hang around to try and extinguish the lights on the room. “Stay on then!” she shouted and was suddenly plunged into darkness.
Giggling, Tara ran down the corridor and emerged in a bright, clean bathroom. She found the toilet behind door number 2 and cheered.
With her bathroom duties complete Tara noticed the time, “Oh shit!” she exclaimed running back towards the living room. She ran out of the front door, and frantically pushed the button for the life, she had to be at work in just over and hour, but she had to shower and change first.

As she emerged into the foyer, the young clerk stopped her. “Excuse me miss.” He called, ushering her over. “I believe this is yours.” He handed her her black apron that, in the passion of the night had been totally forgotten. “Thanks!” she said, grabbing the garment from his hand and rushing out into the afternoon sunshine.

[Ice]

Board Meeting

Willow was sat at the head of the impossibly long table, her sleek legs crossed at the ankle beneath the shining wood. To her left sat the heads of the software department, to her right, the men responsible for installing and configuring the programmes. Both sides were arguing over the reason for a huge crash that had wiped out the systems for three major hotels and the local school. Willow remained oblivious to their childish debate, despite showering earlier that morning, she could still smell Tara on her.

All the men in the room turned to look at the woman who was sucking a finger thoughtfully… and a little seductively. “Ms. Rosenberg?” one of the men asked. Willow shook her head, “What? Oh erm.” She realised she had no idea what the question was. “What do you want us to do?” The men all looked to her to solve this dilemma and all she could think about was the ravishing blonde who she had run out on. “What hotels have been affected?” she asked, the men rustled through their papers before one of them pulled out a list. “The Gellar, Benson Plaza and oh, The Noxon.” The youngest man told her.
Willows attention snapped back to the conversation, “Right.” She said, her authoritive tone startling each man. “You fix whatever issues you have here.” She said, indicating the heads of software. “You go out and upgrade and configure the systems at the school and the hotels.” The men exchanged sly and knowing smiles.
They had all been witness to her outrageous flirting the night before and knew exactly why Willow was so keen to galvanise them into action. “I will personally oversee everything!” she finished and the smiles on the faces of the men grew. “Right on it, Ms. Rosenberg.” They all said in unison as they collected their papers and left the room, leaving Willow to reminisce over her recent sexploits.

Tara crashed into her apartment, had showered and changed in record time and as she was pulling back to door, the phone rang. She stood, contemplating whether or not to answer it. ‘It could be Willow’ she thought and rushed to the phone. “Hello?” she asked breathlessly into the receiver. “Hey Tara.” Vince’s voice answered her and her heart sank just a little. “You better get in quick, the computers have crashed and all hell is breaking loose.” He told her, she sighed.
“Just what I don’t need. I’m on my way.” She told him sadly before hanging up the handset and sliding back the metal door of her apartment. In a previous incarnation, the building had been a warehouse that the owner had converted into apartments, the metal doors were left as an ‘original feature’ Tara hated them, they made the building cold and creepy, plus they were a bitch to open when you were drunk.

As she arrived at the hotel, staff were rushing everywhere, the manager was glaring at the head of housekeeping and there were customers yelling and shouting at anyone who looked like they could work there. Vince stuck his head out of the kitchen and grabbed Tara's arm, dragging her into the hot room before anyone had a chance to spot her. “Where were you last night?” he asked her, adopting his best ‘angry parent’ tone.
“Uh? I was at home.” Tara replied, trying her hardest to look innocent. “No you weren’t. I called when I got in and you didn’t answer.” Tara opened her mouth to make an excuse, it was none of Vince’s business where she was, especially as she knew he would be crude and expect details. “And don’t tell me you were in the shower because I called you 7 times!!” he waggled his eyebrows as she blushed a deep scarlet.

The door to the kitchen burst open and the head chef entered, a look of pure fury on his face and muttering expletives under his breath. “Guys.” He said as he saw Tara and Vince huddled in the corner. “You guys could save my life.” They both smiled weakly, Thomas had worked in the hotel for less than a year but everyone had learnt not to argue with him, especially if he found you in his kitchen. “Can you do a room run and find out what everyone had ordered for lunch, the fucking computer died before the print outs were done.” The end of the sentence was snarled out and willingly they agreed to do this hideous task. “I don’t know why they insisted on having the entire hotel rely on computers anyway.” Vince said with a sigh.
“Coz they’re all fucking stupid!” Thomas answered as he thrust menus in their direction. “You’ll have to go room to room, the phones crashed, Jay thinks the computer meltdown affected those too.” He told them.

Tara and Vince snuck out the back of the kitchen and through the main dining room. Since many of the guests were still yelling at David, the manager they figured there was no point starting a room run until the customers were actually in their rooms. Vince slapped Tara's ass with the menus, “So, you little tramp” he said with a laugh, “You caught up with the red head, didn’t you!?” Tara's grin and blushes confirmed his suspicion and he howled with delight. “C’mon then, all the sordid details!!” he begged, bouncing around her like a puppy. “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” She told him primly.
Vince scoffed, “Bet you weren’t no lady last night!” he laughed as Tara feigned mock insult. Before their playful banter had a chance to spill into fact, David appeared in the doorway. “When you two have finished, you better start finding out what people want for dinner!” he said, it was clear that he was tired and pissed off. Tara offered him a weak smile and, despite the stress he smiled back.

In the foyer, the screaming had calmed down as many of the guests had either left for their days outings or simply returned to their rooms. A large white van pulled up outside and three men emerged, climbing the steps they announced they were her to fix the computers. Tara smiled as she passed them, ‘now, if all repair people were as hot as Willow, I’d consider a change in career.’ She thought as she stepped into the lift and flushed at the memory of the last elevator trip she had taken.

[Ice]

Fresh Towels

Caught up in her daydream, Tara hadn’t noticed Vince getting into the lift with her. He stood and watched as her eyes focused on a memory in the distance, she shifted a little and leant back against the wall, her face flushing a warm red. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, making Tara jump. Has her eyes focused on the deliverer of the expletive, Vince beamed at her; “You did it in a lift!!” he whooped, “Very none stereo type!” he sounded impressed although Tara had neither verbally confirmed or denied his statement, she hadn’t needed to, her face and body had told him more than he really needed to know.
As the lift pinged its arrival on the top floor, Tara stepped out. Looking down the corridor first to her left, then in front of her, she smiled; “Meet you at the other corner?” she asked, Vince nodded and turned to begin the thankless task. “Tara?” he called back as she started towards the first door. She turned, a questioning look meeting his soft features. “It’s good to see you really smiling!” he said, his tone genuine and full of love for his friend. Tara grinned, “Yeah, it is.” She said as she reached out and knocked on the first of many doors.

Down in the foyer, Willow had seen Tara disappearing into the lift and had grinned before being accosted into a small office. “Ms. Rosenberg.” David had begun, his tie was loose and his forehead coated in sweat, the crash had obviously been harder on him than she had predicted. She guided him to his chair and patted his arm, “Mr. Moore” she said, taking off her long suit jacket, revealing a fitted black shirt that clung to her small but beautiful breasts. “I understand your anger and appreciate the inconvenience but we will have you up and running by the end of the day.” She told him, trying to sound certain.
In truth, she didn’t want the hotel up and running, she wanted to have to be here for a long time, stealing looks at Tara whenever she wanted. Her mind wandered back to the start of the party, she had seen Tara even before she’d stepped into the room, the blonde had been returning from the bathroom as Willow had entered and the slight sway in her hips, the way her trousers had hugged her curvaceous bottom had sent fireworks rushing through Willows body.
“You really think so?” David asked, breaking into her daydream, “I’m sure of it.” Willow said, not sure if she was talking to herself or the sweaty man in front of her.
She picked up her briefcase and laid it on the desk, “Let me show you what we propose.” She said, drawing some papers from the leather case and laying them out for him to see.

Vince and Tara had found surprisingly little hostility as they knocked on doors, greeting the guests with a smile and apology before getting their dinner orders and getting gone. As they headed down to the third floor, the lift juddered slightly before continuing on. “Good job these are so old they don’t run off the computer system.” Vince said shuddering slightly at the thought of all those stairs. Tara laughed as the doors slid open into another identical corridor and the pair stepped out to repeat the process. “Race ya!” Tara said with a final grin as she jogged off to the first door. Vince laughed and ran to the door on his right.
The first day he had started at the hotel, he had been drawn to Tara, she was quiet but had a fire that he couldn’t name, although he wouldn’t class her as depressed, she rarely smiled, not a real smile that danced in her eyes and lit up her face. Not the smile she had been wearing for most of that morning.

As the pair finished collecting orders on the final floor, Willow was wrapping up her meeting with David, the poor man looked even more stunned and confused than she had ever seen anyone. Despite trying hard to avoid any jargon, sometimes it was required and she had tried to use words that wouldn’t bamboozle the poor man further. “Right.” He said, trying to sound like he’d understood her proposal. He shook the young woman's hand firmly before she packed up her papers and collected her jacket.

Willow smiled to herself as she stepped out of the office into the foyer. At the same time, the lift doors slid open and Tara and Vince stepped out. The women’s eyes locked instantly and for the brief second, time and space around them stopped and they were lost in the depth of the other. Tara smiled, a lop sided smile that oozed sexuality and made Willow dizzy. Vince nudged the blonde, “She’s hot!!” he said, his time spent with Willow the night before had been limited and he hadn’t really noticed how stunningly attractive she really was. “Hotter than you could imagine.” Tara whispered, her skin tingling as she imagined Willow fingers caressing her torso. She gestured to a small corridor immediately to her right and Willow nodded.
Tara vanished off down the corridor as Willow excused herself and crossed the foyer. Vince beamed at her knowingly as she reached him and she tipped him a wink.

The corridor now in front of her was devoid of anyone, there were doors on both sides of the passage and Willow sighed, no sign of Tara. As she proceeded to walk down the corridor she tried to make as much noise as possible, figuring that Tara was lying in wait in one of the rooms. Passing 4 doors on each side, she reached a junction. “Shit!” she exclaimed and in response heard a giggle, a faint giggle but a sound all the same. Pricking her ears up, Willow listened hard. “Wiiilloow!” the voice called from what seemed like miles away. Willow spun in the direction of the voice, her body sparking with passion she walked silently down the corridor to her left.

Tara listened intently for any sign of Willows approach but her giggles were making it hard to hear anything else. She felt like a swoony school girl who had skived off her studies to meet her sweetheart. Clamping her hand over her mouth she struggled to regain her self composure, taking a few deep breaths she leant forward on the soft towels in the store room and peered through the port hole in the door. Still no sign of Willow.

Unbeknown to Tara, Willow had followed her giggles and had ducked the glass in the door and was waiting. She knew that when she didn’t appear, Tara would venture out to find her and so, she waited.

In the store room, Tara sighed, “Come on Willow.” She whispered as she looked through the glass again. Still seeing no sign of the red head, she pulled the door open and turned to her right, behind her, Willow stood up and wrapped her arms around Tara's waist. “Waiting for someone?” she purred as she dragged the startled woman back into the store room.

[taralicious]

Ice,
I have been Spellbound by this story ever since I read it on another site, yeah I'm surprised there are such things too, but have not left you feedback for it before.
There is no better remedy for the damp chill in the air of autumn than reading Willow/Tara smut where the dampness is between their legs and between the sheets.
I am currently reading the sequel to this marvelous work and you are still large with the smutty yumminess between them.
For me, there's some unquantifiable linguistical advantage to having Willow and Tara think and talk with the Queen's English.
More romantic and smutty at the same time.

[ruggerchica]

Ice AKA Spellbound

In a nutshell: This story is HOT
This story I can soundly say is one of my top three favorite stories ever read (emphasis on ever). It is amazing, both in the way its written and the plot line. Lemmy put it this way: if a stranger walked up to me on the street and asked me to recommend them a good Willow/Tara fanfic, this story would be one that would come to mind.
I'm going to leave more thorough feedback as the story gets further on. Ice, AKA Spellbound, keep up the good work.
P.S. May I ask if you write for a living?

RC

[Ice]

Taralicious: Firstly, brilliant name! Secondly, I thank you from the heart of my bottom.... or should that be the bottom of my heart?! Hmmmm. Although I have to say, I'd love to hear the Queen using some of this language.... awww poor old bat, she'd probably keel over and pop her clogs right there and then! (and if that made no sense lemme translate... she'd fall down dead!)

Is it your first read of the sequel or is that also a seasoned fav?

Ruggerchica: Wow... there is indeed no higher praise!
You may ask whatever it is you wish to but no, I dont write for a living, wish I had that kinda talent! Fanfic is what I do to pass the many vacant hours I have to fill each day! And I mean c'mon, we can basically have Willow and Tara do whatever nasty little desire our hearts hold without having it banned, edited for tv, us getting arrested or criticised...... who wouldnt write fanfic!?!?! Im purely a huge fan of the characters and, when I started writing fic, I was very single and needed an outlet for all the perverse thoughts running through my head and so Willow and Tara seemed like the best idea! It saved me a lot of time and effort at having to make up new names and establish characters.

Lonewolf: Glad you're enjoying it, trust me, the hotness keeps on coming.... and I believe and some point there will be some plot but not to worry, it doesnt hang around long before the horny lovin' makes itself known again!

love_2003: I couldnt agree more!!!!

[Lonewolf22]

Ice: Great updates, I really love the way that Willow and Tara continue to tease each other, thats just soooooo SEXY. I also really loved the note that Willow left for Willow after their night of lovemaking, and it was really funny Tara's reaction to Willow home, especially when she couldn't turn off the lights, "no lights" , thats really funny. I hope we get some more in the next update. I can't wait to read more.

Lonewolf22

[Ice]

On The Job

Willow walked backwards, pulling Tara towards her as she kissed the soft lips of the blonde gently, her ass came to a halt on a huge pile of towels and Tara pushed her backwards, lifting her so she could lay back comfortably.
Tara's surprise at being captured had rapidly melted into arousal, her lips following the line of Willows jaw she kissed and nibbled her way down across the pulsating jugular of the red head. To her relief she found Willows shirt to have poppers instead of buttons and she pulled each one open slowly, kissing the flesh that was exposed with each release. Willow moaned softly, her hands gliding through Tara's long, silky hair.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” Tara purred as she stroked Willows taut stomach lightly before kissing Willow softly, her tongue finding Willows eagerly and caressing it. As Willow returned the kiss, she found her own tongue caught gently between the teeth of the blonde, her tongue flicking its tip and inciting a flood of arousal between her legs. She had been on the verge of asking Tara exactly what she had been thinking but this, well, this made it crystal clear.
She moaned low in her throat as Tara continued to tease and flick the tip of her tongue, before allowing Willow to kiss her once again. Tara's fingers traced a slow line across her smooth flank her touch burning into the red head in the best possible way.

Expertly, Tara reached round, unclasping Willows bra with one hand, her lips pulling away from Willows as she kissed down her neck once again, Willows head fell back as her soft lips slowly explored her collarbone and breasts. Finding a nipple, already erect, Tara smiled. She flicked it quickly with her tongue and Willow, who had been expecting a sensuous touch, jumped. Slowly, Tara licked around the swollen bud, the moans and heavy breathing coming from the woman at her mercy, urging her on. As Tara took the painfully hard nipple in her mouth, sucking greedily she vaguely heard voices in the corridor.
“I have to get some towels.” Someone yelled. “They weren’t done this morning and Mr. Moore is having kittens!” Vince, who had been loitering unashamedly in the area of the towel store, sprinted towards the voice, as he turned the corner he breathed a sigh of relief to see Mandy, a woman with whom he had spent many interesting nights. “Hey sexy.” He said, turning on the charm. “Let me do that towel thing for you. Why don’t you sneak off for a break?” She grinned and kissed him softly on the cheek. “Thanks Vince, I’ll make it up to you.” She promised, thankful for the chance to go for a smoke.

Back in the closet, both women remained blissfully ignorant of their close call. Tara had continued lavishing the nipples of her lover with attention, her hand stroking lightly between Willows legs.
Willow moaned, a little louder than the circumstances allowed. “Tara?!” Willow growled passionately. Tara realised that it was the first time she had used her name and the sound made the wetness between her own legs increase. “Mm-um?” she moaned, her lips vibrating over the nipple currently within her mouth. Whatever Willow had meant to say was lost under the sensation, electricity shooting from the point and through her entire body. Tara struggled with the buttons and clasped of Willows trousers, they were unwilling to allow her access and she growled fiercely with frustration. The sound snapping Willows hands to the top of the uncooperative garment and releasing the catch with shaking hands.

Tara caught Willows shaking hand with her own and held it place, an idea striking her. “Show me!” she whispered softly as she guided Willows own hand to her ever increasing wetness. Lacing her fingers within Willows, Tara slid their hands into the wet panties, drawing gasps and moans from the woman laid before her. As they worked their fingers gently over Willows clit, Tara kissed her passionately, the fire within her burning her lips. Willow hand gripped Tara's tightly as she caressed her own throbbing clit, Tara's fingers extending to slide gently into her, their hands moving in a perfectly choreographed dance of passion.

As Willow flicked and tapped her clit, Tara's fingers moved delicately within her, finding depths she hadn’t thought possible, her eyes rolled back into her head and her heart pounded in her chest, so hard she was sure that it would burst clear from her chest. She tried to call Tara's name, her ability to form words lost as the biggest orgasm of her life ripped through her body, her muscles contracting at a painfully rapid rate, sweat coating her as a second orgasm followed the first, causing her to scream out before Tara's lips caught it in a soft and tender kiss.

In the corridor, Willows scream caught Vince’s attention and he turned, his jaw flapping like a fish out of water. “Wow, she’s good!” he said eventually, clearly proud and impressed with his friends performance. The sight of David Moore storming down the corridor towards him wiped the grin quickly from his face. “Have you collected the orders for dinner?” he snapped, his foul mood having returned. Vince nodded and smiled, trying to defuse the mans temper. “I have to get the bloody towels since housekeeping have left their minds in their aprons and Mandy hasn’t bothered.” He pushed past Vince and immediately headed for the store room where Willow and Tara were sharing a post-coital kiss as Willow came down from her orgasmic high.

“I was just on my way to do it.” Vince yelled after David, chasing the older man down and grabbing his arm as he reached out for the door. Tara saw the shadow and head of her boss appear in the porthole, she leapt on top of Willow and rolled the still panting woman on the floor as David turned and peered suspiciously through the glass. “Why are you trying to stop me going in there?” he asked, eying Vince. “I’m not, I offered to do the towels, Mandy looked fried so I told her I’d do it and I’m going to.” He said, opening the door and stepping into the dark room. David turned and left the younger man to the job he seemed eager to do.

[Ice]

All Systems Go

As soon as David had gone, Vince turned his back to the room, his usual willingness to witness women in the throws of passion suddenly escaping him. “It’s me.” He said bashfully, “Me being Vince.” He added. From behind a trolley Tara's head appeared, her cheeks flushed and a wicked grin twinkling in her smoky blue eyes. Moments later, the red head sat up next to her, her hair all over the place and fresh beads of sweat glistening on her forehead.

“What are you doing?” Willow asked him accusingly, her current location all but forgotten. “I could ask you the exact same question.” He said waggling his eyebrows and making her blush. Tara's look asked him the same question. “I had to get towels.” He said defensively. Tara raised an eyebrow, “And you chose now to get them?” she said incredulously.
“Well, Mandy was coming to get them about 15 minutes ago, but I didn’t think you’d want the interruption. Then David was coming….” His choice of words putting a twinkle in his eye and an evil grin on his face, “Well, about the same time you were!” he finished smugly.

Willow and Tara looked at each other, their cheeks burning before they erupted into giggles. Vince picked up a small hand towel and threw it playfully at the two women, who by now had tears running down their cheeks. “Hey!!” Willow said between inhalations and threw the towel back at him, revealing a little more to the man in front of her than she had planned. “Ooooh, nipple!!” he grinned, causing a second wave of deep crimson to darken her cheeks further.
Tara pulled herself out from behind the cart and pushed Vince out of the doors. “Go, deliver the dinners orders before we get fired!” she said, “I’ll do towels.” Immediately she regretted her choice of words and dropped her eyes. Vince grinned at her once again, catching her arm as she ushered him further into the corridor. “You’re happy?” he asked seriously, he knew it was a ridiculously obvious question and Tara grinned, everything about her buzzing with radiance. “I am.” She told him simple before ducking back into the room and closing the door behind her.

Willow was rummaging around, trying to reorganise her clothes and finding it difficult as her hands were still shaking. Tara smiled a lopsided and sexy smile. The powerful business woman in front of her was pouting at the poppers on her shirt like a five year old trying to tie shoe laces for the first time. “Need a hand?” she asked, trying to contain the arousal in her voice. Willow looked up at her and shook her head before resuming her battle of the buttons. Tara laughed and crossed to her, taking her hands in her own and kissing the shaking fingers one by one. “That’s not gonna help with the getting dressed.” Willow said breathlessly.
Tara's eyes met hers and she kissed the quivering red head softly on the lips, her hands sliding up the still exposed torso of her lover and popping the shirt closed. As Tara pulled away, Willow stared at her. “Wow.” She sighed, sitting down heavily to examine her shirt. “Who’d have thought getting dressed could be fun too?” The question was obviously rhetorical so Tara watched as Willow composed herself and got to her feet. “I really better get back to work.” Tara told her, the disappointment dulling the stunning green eyes before her. “I’ll see you later!” she told Willow as she began loading up another cart with fresh towels and pushing it into the hall.
“You can count on it!” Willow said as the blonde woman vanished into the maze of corridors leaving her alone and satisfied in the room.

As Tara emerged into the uncomfortably bright foyer, Vince reappeared from the kitchen, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. He saw Tara waiting for the lift and rushed over to her. “So?” he said has he grabbed a handful of towels and began folding them in an attempt to look busy. She fixed him with her best innocent look. “So, what?” she asked as the doors slid open and she pushed the towel cart in. Vince followed her and dropped the towel suddenly. “These aren’t…. Tara?” he said, looking at the contents of the cart closely. Tara grinned mischievously and pushed him, head first into the cart. “No dummy!” she told him, “And what I do in my own time is none of your business, mister!” Vince fought his way from the mass of fluffy towels and stood up, his hair sticking up and his face red. “But you didn’t do it in your own time!!” he pointed out, “And what you do when I have to cover for you, is my business, so spill.” Tara shook her head and flicked a towel at him. “I’m not telling you, Vince.” She said, although her eyes told him everything he needed to know. “Besides, I think you heard enough to work it out for yourself!!!” The man grinned, thrusting his hips back and forth and waggling his tongue. “You’re disgusting!!” she told him as the doors slid open on the top floor and she pushed the cart onto the landing.
“That’s why you love me!!” he said.
“Just set up the bar before David kills us both,” Tara said as the lift doors closed, leaving Vince to continue his sexual themed dance on his own. Tara giggled, her friend was so crass and yet so lovable it was easy to see why women loved him.

Willow had managed to regain control of her basic motor functions and was walking down the corridor, she realised she had no idea how to get out of this rabbit warren of halls. “Will!” a voice called out, making her turn. She smiled, the young man jogging down the corridor had been one of the few original employees she had kept when she had purchased the company. His enthusiasm and hard work impressed her, plus he’d never tried to hit on her and treated her like on of his team, despite her lofty position above him. These factors lead to him being on first name terms with her although he had always called her Will, his justification being that she was one of the lads.
She smiled, “Hey Greg.” She said as he reached her, “How’s it going out there?” Greg studied the woman now by his side and nodded, “Going great, should be up and running soon, a couple of boards got fried, replace them and a drag queen will be the next President!” the young man realised his boss was physically there but mentally miles away. “That’s good.” She said automatically. “Yeah,” Greg continued a grin spreading from ear to ear. “And then we’ll dance naked on the roof of the White House to Y.M.C.A.” his giggles burst from his chest as he finished the sentence.

Willow snapped back to reality, the young man now leaning against a wall and holding his sides as tears flowed freely down his face. She joined in his laughter and punched him playfully. “I was miles away.” She said apologetically once her giggles had subsided. “Somewhere nice, I hope?” the young man replied hopefully. “Definitely!” Willow said, her green eyes clouding over as she became lost in the memory once again. “Definitely

[Ice]

Perks of the Job

As soon as Tara stepped out of the lift, David grabbed her arm. “My office please Miss Maclay.” He said sternly. ‘Oh shit, he knows’ Tara thought as she followed him to the small, stuffy room.

Willow emerged with Greg from the corridor, spotting Tara immediately she flashed a winning smile her way. Tara beamed back as she disappeared into David’s office.

“Tara, it has come to my recent attention.” He began, dropping heavily into his seat as Tara sighed deeply, expecting the worst. “That you haven’t received a pay rise since you started here.” Tara breathed a sigh of relief, her heart pounded in her chest as she realised her close call. “H-haven’t I?” she asked with a grin. With all the commotion of the morning, Tara suddenly wondered how it was that David had worked this out. “No, so we will be giving you a pay rise, affective as of next month.” He told her, his stern tone softening as a smile crept over his face. “Thank you.” Tara grinned, seems like her day was going to go from strength to strength. The young woman stood and turned to leave, “Oh Tara?” David continued, calling her back to the threadbare seat she had previously been sat on. “I also want to thank you for your incredible hard work last night.” She turned and smiled as the memories flooded her consciousness once again. “Ms. Rosenberg expressed her immense approval and praise of you when I spoke to her this afternoon.” At the mention of Willow name, Tara grinned as her cheeks flushed. “She was most impressed with your dedication and service.” He finished.
Tara tried to stifle a giggle, she felt light headed and practically giddy with the praise being bestowed on her. “Thank you, but I was only doing my job.” She said, trying to sound modest. “I-I should go and help Vince set up the bar.” She said, excusing herself and rushing out the door.

Vince looked up suddenly as Tara burst into the large room, “Not again?!” he said exasperated when he saw the flush in his friends cheeks and the twinkle and grin in her eyes. She shook her head. “Is that all you think about?” she giggled as she lifted the hatch and joined him behind the bar. He shrugged and laughed, “I’m a guy, it’s not my fault.” He said as he loaded the small fridge with mixers. Tara ruffled his hair affectionately. “What’s left to do?” she asked, looking around some unfinished job. “Alcopops!” Vince said, pointing towards the opposite end of the bar, “I already bought them up, they’re by the door.” He told her.
Tara skipped down the bar and dragged a crate to the fridge under the till. As she shuffled the bottles around and restocked the fridge she found her mind wandering back to Willow.

Willow was sat in the main computer room of the hotel, listening to Greg. He was telling her how well everything had gone and that they should have the entire hotel up and running within a couple of hours. “Just have to reset and boot the main computers and it should be running, unless we have a worm.” He told her proudly. The other technicians in the room nodded, each one wearing a similar smile and proud look. “I’ll do the reboot, you guys should take off.” Willow told them, “Cut out early.” Since the take over, everyone had worked long, unsociable hours to get the company back on its feet. Many had given up weekends and sacrificed their holiday time, so the offer to knock off early was eagerly taken up. “We start at the Plaza in the morning!” she told them receiving mock groans of displeasure. “Get out of here!” she told them with a laugh.
Willow followed the group into the main foyer and waved them a cheerful farewell.

She walked up to the main desk and smiled at the clerk. “Is Mr. Moore around?” she asked. The woman looked around her, Willows tone making her a little nervous. “Is there a problem, ma’am?” the young woman asked her. Willow shook her head, “No, no problem, I’m from the computer company and I have to reboot the system.” She explained, trying to put the woman at ease. The poor girl had evidently suffered a lot of angry people that morning and must have thought that Willow was another one. She receptionist smile, “Oh right, cool!” she said, the relief of not being yelled at clearly written on her face. “He’s in the office, you wanna go through?” she said, indicating the small office behind her. Willow smiled and nodded her thanks.
She stuck her head around the door and saw David sitting at his desk, writing something in a large file. “I’m going to do a system reboot, providing no problems emerge after that, you should be back online.” She said cheerfully. The man gave the biggest sigh of relief Willow had ever seen and grinned. “Thank you so much for your quick response.” He said, “I never realised how much we rely on computers until they’re not there anymore.”
“I just need the main access computers?” Willow said, feeling a little embarrassed that she didn’t know which ones had been used to set up the various programmes. “The one behind the desk does most of it.” He told her, “Oh and the one in the main bar does the catering side.” Willow smiled, and thanked him before closing the door solidly behind her.

The young receptionist was flapping frantically, the system restore had reactivated the phones automatically and the large grey switchboard was flashing like a Christmas tree. “Let me help you.” Willow said as she slid into the chair behind the computer. Her fingers glided gracefully over the keys and with a few strokes, the phone next to her died. The receptionist grinned at her, “Thanks!” she said as Willow continued manipulating the system and rebooting and reactivating various programmes. Within ten minutes she had the hotel back on track, turning to the young woman beside her she asked; “You ready?”
Taking a deep breath, the woman nodded and Willow reactivated the phone which immediately burst into life.

“Main bar?” Willow asked as she stood, pointing to the room where she had spent the previous evening. The clerk nodded and reached for the receiver, pressing one of the buttons, the light extinguished and she greeted the caller cheerfully.

Willow walked into the large room and saw Vince polishing the bar. “I need your computer.” She told him her cheeks burning a little as she unashamedly looked around for Tara. “Is that what you’re calling her?!” he said cheekily as Willow spotted the computerised till and lifted the hatch to get behind the bar.
She raised one eyebrow as she saw Tara, on her knees at its feet, “Hmmm.” The red head whispered as she crossed to stand behind the blonde, her hands coming to rest on the shoulders of the woman before her. Vince had joined the women behind the bar and Willow could see him grinning maniacally at the pair. “One of the perks of the job!” she told him as Tara looked up into her eyes.

[Lonewolf22]

Ice: Great updates, I really loved the scene in the store room, and when Tara told Willow to show her, that was really HHHHHOOOOOOTTTTTT. I really liked the way Vince stood watch over the store room, thats a real friend. I liked how Tara had to help Willow get dressed after their little tryst in the store room, very cool. Also very cool that Tara is getting a pay rise, she totally deserves it. I can't wait to read more.

Lonewolf22

[taralicious]

Ice,
No, I am happily reading the sequel to this inestimable story for the first time and as all good sequels should, it is providing twice the trouser-stiffening glory that C, C, & K did and that's saying something.
Upon this repeat performance for C, C, & K, and believe me I love Willow and Tara in repeat performances, I am all large with the and wish I had either Willow or Tara to nurse me back to health after my .
As an aside, i happen to work at a hotel at the moment but in the process of delivering towels, i have never been pulled into a closet and been given a tongue-lashing by anyone even remotely resembling Willow or Tara.
All I've ever gotten so far are propostions from male guests and I don't play for that team.
Oh well, that's what vicarious Willow/Tara smut is for.

[Ice]

Im glad that you're enjoying the the sequel and the repeat of CCK.

Isn't it always the way.... bloody men and their propositions! I dunno, anyone would think that being dragged into a closet by a stunning redhead for a mad screaming sex session would be too much to ask for on a dull friday afternoon!

[Ice]

A New Outfit

As Vince watched on, Tara's hand slid slowly up Willows calf, tickling the back of her knee gently as the red head went about resetting the computer. Willow closed her eyes, trying to force them to focus on the task in hand, she looked down at Tara who was still pilling bottles into the fridge and seemed unaware of the reaction she was having on the other woman.
Vince grinned as he opened the hatch and walked the long way around the bar, his arms loaded with crates. “For gods sake!!” a loud voice boomed through the room making everyone jump, including Vince who dropped the crates noisily to the floor.

Everyone turned to look towards the door and saw David standing, or rather filling the doorway, his hands on his hips. “You couldn’t move out the way?” he asked Tara, she blushed deeply, before she had a chance to respond, Willow jumped to her defence. “She’s ok there, besides, I’m all done.” She stepped back and smiled sweetly at the man who was eying the pair with a mixture of suspicion and confusion.

Willow gathered her things and stepped out from behind the bar, leaving Tara flushed and grinning in front of the fridge. “Things look good.” She told David as she reached his side, “I don’t foresee anymore problems.” Taking his arm, she guided him from the room. With one final flash of a smile that made Tara fidget in place, the ravishing red head was gone.

Vince, who had returned the empty crates to the cellar took a seat on one of the stools at the bar and watched as Tara watched Willow leave. “Man, you got it bad for that one!” he said, making her jump slightly. She finished restocking the fridge and turned to face him. “Oh shut up!” she said, her cheeks and groin burning. “Shut up!” he mocked as she threw a cloth at him.
“You don’t have time to be all lovesick anyway.” He told her, his voice matching the rolling of his eyes. “We have the cheese fest tomorrow night.”

The Pink Party, or cheese fest, as it was known to the hotel employees was a celebration of all things tacky and cheesy. It had begun life as the after ‘Pride’ party held by the gay community but was now a regular party for everyone and anyone. The music was awful and many people would dress up in fancy dress or come in drag, it was a night were you could be as silly and crazy as you wanted with no repercussions.
Secretly Vince loved The Pink Party, often dressing up and dancing to ‘agadoo’ with everyone else, his public dislike of the event always made Tara giggle. “Who are you kidding?” she asked him, “Last year you had on stilettos and a feather boa and we had to drag you off the table!!” she laughed whole heartedly as he blushed and hung his head.

Willow had said her goodbyes to David and the others and was standing outside the hotel, she turned, about to re-enter the building when her cell phone rang, “Willow Rosenberg?” she answered briskly. Listening to caller she nodded her head slowly, breathing a heavy sigh she replied, “Okay, I’ll be right there.” “Sorry Tara.” She said towards the façade of the building as she jogged down the stairs and into her car.

The evening passed without much event for either woman, both carrying out their required duties and returning to their homes, alone. In their quiet homes, their minds wandered back to the afternoons events, in a long distance synchronised dance, both women headed to their kitchens, poured themselves a glass of wine and sank into their relevant sofas, where, after consuming their drinks, Willow’s wine being white, Tara's red, they fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

Problems with the system at the Benson Plaza forced her mind to remain on the job, brief images of Tara stealing away the odd moment in her day.
Over at the Noxon hotel, Tara was busy decorating the large bar for the Pink Party, Vince had left the room, supposedly on a hunt for a set of long ladders. Last years party had proved fatal for the glitter ball and David had managed to acquire a new one although it had sat in the box for most of the year so Vince was given the task of hanging it.

A small man entered with the ladders that Vince had been searching for, he smiled at Tara who was spitting feathers…. Literally. She had found the feather boa that Vince had worn the year before and was decorating the till with it, unfortunately the feathers were a little lose and she had gotten a mouthful while trying to tape the bottom in place.
As the man, the caretaker, a man who looked to be about 100years old but was only just past 50, set the ladders up in the middle of the dance floor, Tara turned, “Hey Jimmy.” She said with a smile as she picked the past piece of feather from her lips. He nodded towards her in acknowledgement.
Vince burst in carrying a large box in his arms. “Can’t find the… oh. Hey Jimmy!” he said when he saw the older man stood in the middle of the room. Tara smiled as she tried to throw a feather at him. He laughed as it drifted gracefully to the ground in front of her, “That went well!” he said as he crossed the floor to Jimmy and proceeded to hang the new glitter ball from the ceiling.

As his feet hit terra firma once again, he slapped Jimmy on the back. “Let the cheese fest begin!” he announced, throwing his arms in the air. Jimmy smiled as he took the ladders down and vanished off into the store closet.
The pair continued to make the final preparations to the area. Tara was hanging balloons from the walls above the tables and Vince was trying to set up a large, but sturdy folding table when David walked in. “I have new uniforms for you two for this evening.” He said, dropping a large box on the table nearest him.
The table Vince had been struggling with collapsed, trapping his finger and causing the young man to yelp. Giving up on his losing fight he wandered over to David, dread written clearly on his face. Tara joined him and together they opened the box. “They’re not so bad!” Tara said, lifting a pale pink shirt from the box and shaking the creases out. Vince looked at her incredulously. “Not so bad?” he said, pulling out a pair of dark pink trousers and holding them up in front of himself. “We’ll look like…. Well, a damn Teletubby!!”
Both Tara and David burst into fits of laughter as Vince continued to flap and complain over his new outfit.

[Ice]

Let the Cheesefest Commence

Tara was the first one to return to the bar having changed into the pale pink shirt, darker pink trousers and apron. David smiled, “That looks ok.” He said nodding. “Where’s Vince?” Before Tara could respond, Vince appeared in the doorway. “If you laugh,” he said, “I’m taking it off.” Both Tara and David looked up at him, the silent giggles shaking their shoulders. “Very nice!” Tara said eventually.

The arrival of the DJ broke into the friendly banter and Vince grinned at her. She was in her early twenties with bright pink hair and piercings in her eyebrow, nose and lip. Tara pointed to the stage and the woman flashed her a sexy smile. “You get all the good ones.” He whispered to Tara when the pink haired woman blanked him entirely. She elbowed him in the ribs and he coughed loudly.

As the DJ set up her equipment, Tara scanned through the cocktail book, each page making her smile. She wanted to be prepared for the party and many of the guests often asked for bizarre cocktails. Vince was practicing juggling glasses when Steps version of ‘Tragedy’, burst into the room causing him to drop the glass in his hand. Both Tara and the DJ giggled as he swept up the glass shards and threw them in the bin. The DJ approached Tara behind the bar, “Hey,” she said when Tara looked up, “Can I get a coke?” Tara nodded and fixed the soft drink. “I’m Blaze.” The woman introduced herself with the air of someone used to getting who, and what she wanted, she reminded Tara very much of Vince. “Tara.” She replied as she handed the tall glass over.

As the guests arrived, Tara almost went onto autopilot, her mind wandering back to Willow. The Steps marathon was greeted with cheers from the growing crowd who were finding their dancing feet and performing each routine in perfect synchronisation.

Outside the hotel, Willow stood and watched as large groups on gay men and families entered. She had seen the signs for the Pink Party and David had invited her along, why she wasn’t quite sure. As another group of men, decked out in full drag passed her she felt over dressed. She’d opted for casual, jeans and a tee but compared to the other people she had seen enter she suddenly wondered why the poster didn’t tell her that it was a fancy dress event.
A tall, dark haired women with piercing blue eyes grabbed her arm, “You coming in sugar?” she asked, grabbing Willows arm and dragging her into the building before she’d had a chance to answer. Willow smiled and unhooked her arm from the other woman, as they reached the door to the main bar Willow grinned, she’d never seen so many people dancing together in perfect choreography, well only on the TV. Her eyes scanned the room and found the shock of bright pink hair belonging to the DJ, she pushed her way through the crowd and wrapped the pink haired woman in a bear hug. “Hey you!” she yelled over the music. The woman turned and shrieked loudly, causing many of the dancers to turn and look at her, “Will, you old tart, how are ya?” the delight at seeing her old friend was clear. Willow grinned at her, “I’m all kinds of good.” She told her, “Let me get you a drink, you still on the cokes?” she asked receiving a nod as Blaze changed the track, her Steps tolerance was wearing thin so she opted for some S Club 7, figuring that one annoying mixed group were better than the other. “Oh Will?” she yelled, “Check out that barmaid…. She’s seriously fuckable.” Willow flashed her a smile and nodded as she fought her way through the throng of tight t-shirts, fish net tights and feather boas, and that was just the men!!

Vince spotted Willow first and grinned at her, “Hey, back again?” he asked as she reached the bar. Tara, who was serving at the other end, had failed to notice the arrival of her lover and remained oblivious. “No, I’m a figment of your imagination.” She said with a grin. “A coke and, erm, lets start with a Black Russian.” She said. Vince looked approvingly and nodded, turning to fetch the drinks, “Not going off on another sexual charge tonight then?” he asked as he placed the drinks in front of her. “Well, the night’s still young!” she replied with a wicked grin before turning back into the crowd.
Tara had looked up just in time to see Willows red hair vanish into the mass of dancing bodies. She stole a second to cross down to Vince, who nodded before she’d even asked him anything. “Don’t think she’s alone though.” He said, instantly regretting it as Tara's face fell. “She ordered two drinks.” He said, patting the blonde on the shoulder before rushing down the bar to serve a woman whose outfit was leaving very little to anyone’s imagination.

Willow returned to her friend who met her with a lustful grin. “How about the blonde?” Blaze said as Willow handed her her drink. “I’m taking her home, yes ma’am!” Willow looked at the young woman, “Oh babe, you don’t have a chance in hell with her. She’d eat you for breakfast!” Willow immediately regretted her choice of words as the woman grinned. “That’s the plan!” she said wickedly. From their lofty position on the small stage, Willow could see Tara watching them and she winked at her before rapidly turning away, Tara grinned back but it was Blaze who she ended up grinning at. “See,” she said to Willow, “look at the grin, oh yeah, she wants me!” Willow burst into laughter, she didn’t mean to be so harsh to her friend but sometimes her arrogance was seriously misplaced. “You think?” Willow asked, “You think it’s you she’s grinning at?” Blaze nodded, the crowd were getting louder and words seemed a little pointless.
As Tara emerged from behind the bar to collect some glass, Willow nudged her friend, “Watch this!” she said simply.

Jumping down from the stage, she crossed the room and reached Tara before she got too far into the crowd. “Hey lover.” She purred into Tara's ear. Her hands went immediately to the small of her back and she kissed Tara, deeply, passionately and to the absolute astonishment of the blonde. As she broke the kiss, she whispered, “I’ll see you later right?!” Tara nodded, as Willow turned back towards the stage, she could see Blaze shaking her head, her body language indicating that she thought Willow had given the other woman no say in the kiss.
Tara grabbed Willow hand and pulled her back, her hands pinching her ass firmly as she kissed her once again. “You can count on it!!” she told Willow before releasing her hand and disappearing into the crowd.

[Ice]

It's The Pelvic Thrust That Really Drives You Insane

By 11.30 the party was in full swing, everyone having already drunk enough for their inhibitions to be very low indeed. Having convinced Blaze that Tara was seriously off-limits to her, Willow was having a great time. She’d found that she actually knew a large amount of people there and having gotten caught up in reminiscing and drinking, she was now feeling a little worse for wear.

Despite not being the focus of Willows attention, Tara too was enjoying herself, both she and Vince had sung and danced their way through the evening, joining in with the odd verse of ‘Superman’, Vince leaping around and doing all the actions much to the delight of the people who had been sat around the bar at the time.
As the alcohol flowed, the music got cheesier and the crowd became even more excited by it. Blaze’s voice bellowed over the microphone, Tara hadn’t noticed before that she was English and wondered how that had escaped her. “Hi-De-Hi?” she bellowed, hoping that the crowd would understand and respond. “Hi-De-Ho!!” they yelled back in unison, ‘thank god for the campness!’ Blaze thought, breathing a huge sigh of relief. “Make some noise for your bar staff!!” she screamed and the entire group turned towards Vince and Tara, cheering and waving their arms, boas and some even waving articles of clothing.
David had appeared in the doorway, his unpredictable temper and mood swings all but forgotten he was smiling, actually smiling! Blaze continued her assault on the ears of the partygoers, as the familiar sounds of Black Lace’s ‘Agadoo’ burst into the room. “Well…. Go get ‘em!” she yelled.

The crowd collectively began singing, a tall man ran to the bar and grabbed Vince by the hand, dragging him from behind the bar to join that party for at least one song. Tara managed to politely reject offers to join the melee, insisting that someone should be at the bar. She saw Willow talking to David in the corner and smiled sadly, the red head had barely spoken to her all night and she couldn’t help but wonder if all they’d had was based purely on lust.

I met a hula mistress somewhere in Waikiki,
Well, she was selling pineapple, playing ukulele,
And when I went to the girl, "Come on and teach me to sway,"
She laughed and whispered to me, "Yes, come tonight to the bay."
The lovely beach, in the sky the moon of Kauai,
Around calypso sarong we'll all be singing this song

A hand landed firmly on Tara's back, “Go, dance!” David said, pushing the stunned blonde towards the hatch at the end of the bar and into Willows waiting arms. Tara grinned, it was incredibly rare that David ever offered to cover for anyone, so this wasn’t the time to argue, although the choice of song left much to be desired. Willow dragged her into the final line of people. Everyone had formed neat and orderly lines and were ‘Agadoo-ing’ in perfect synchronicity.
Shaking her head and blushing deeply, Tara joined the group.

Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree,
Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee,
To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees,
Come and dance every night, sing with the hula melody.
Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, shake the tree,
Agadoo-doo-doo, push pineapple, grind coffee,
To the left, to the right, jump up and down and to the knees,
Come and dance every night, sing with the hula melody.

“I’m not drunk enough for this!!” she called to Willow who turned and giggled as Tara tried to frantically remember the routine. Next to her, Vince appeared, moving in perfect time to the music and having the time of his life. Tara laughed as the routine came back to her and she let herself relax, enjoying the freedom to dance like a kid again. As the song drew to its conclusion, the crowd cheered, slapping both Tara and Vince on the backs as the returned to the bar, David however, seeing his staff having such a good time, slammed the hatch down. “Go on, do another one!” he said with a smile. “I got this under control.”

It's astounding;
Time is fleeting;
Madness takes its toll.
But listen closely…

Vince jumped up and down, “C’mon Tara!” he said, grabbing her hand and leading her back to the dance floor.

Not for very much longer.

Vince pushed his friend back into the throng of people and she crashed into Willow.

I've got to keep control.
I remember doing the time-warp
Drinking those moments when
The Blackness would hit me
And the void would be calling...

Everyone in the room burst into song, drowning out the powerful sound system as they threw their arms in the air and sang:

Let's do the time-warp again.
Let's do the time-warp again.

With Blaze assuming the role of the narrator, Tara and Vince danced the time warp with the other partygoers, momentarily forgetting that they were meant to be at work and enjoying the friendly atmosphere and freedom. Willow had slipped in to dance behind Tara, her hands interlacing with Tara's fingers and making the dancing difficult, but fun.

You bring your knees in tight.
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane.

Willow thrust her hips gently into Tara's ass. She moaned quietly and her head fell back coming to rest on Willow shoulder. The red head turned and kissed her softly on the lips, her tongue gently caressing Tara's lips before slipping slowly into her mouth. Tara pushed her hips back into Willow, grinding her ass into the red head as they lost themselves in the moment, their surroundings, song and mass audience completely forgotten. The song came to, what Willow and Tara thought was an abrupt end and Tara slid out of Willows arms, “I gotta get back to work sexy.” She said sadly. Willow nodded but held her hand as she started walking away, only releasing it when Tara was at arms length away.
The rest of the night flew by and as the partygoers drifted, fell and sang their way out of the doors and into the night, Tara scanned the room looking for Willow. She finally found her, covered in silly string and still dancing. Tara laughed, she couldn’t remember Willow looking more beautiful then that moment. Her eyes sparkling in the light, her body and spirit free to just have fun.
Having rushed through the clearing up, Tara crossed over to Willow who was, by now, sat on a chair talking to Blaze. “Hey sexy,” she purred as her arms came to rest over Willows shoulders, “You ready to get out of here?” Willow looked up and found deep blue eyes calling her up for a kiss. Willingly she obliged and after saying their goodbyes, they too headed out into the night.

[Lonewolf22]

Ice: Great updates, I love the Cheesefest that was really cool, and I really liked that Willow had such a great time. I really loved when Blaze was going to hit on Tara and Willow basically said that she has absolutely no chance and I loved how Willow went to claim what was hers. I hope to see more really soon. I can't wait to read more.

Lonewolf22

[white_nights]

Wow....thats a truely...orgasmic? story....its soooo good. i cant wait for the updates!

<3 White_Nights