Right. So, I'm new to this board, fairly new to Bad Girls fan fiction, and am posting my first ever fan-fic here for all of you to love, destroy, or merely shrug at. As a newbie I am appealing to your kindness and generosity of spirit... be gentle.


I am happy to accept feedback openly by readers. (BOARD NOTE we would recommend if any length i.e. more than a couple of points, it is done privately away from the story itself).


Disclaimer: Shed Productions made the characters, wrote the original stories, and have full copyright to them. We are using these characters simply for non-profit, entertainment value. The same goes for any other known copyrighted character/storyline where a cross over fiction is written.


Part 1

Nikki sat in the café staring at the blank white of the computer screen; the blinking cursor mocking her with its incessant on/off antics.

“Fucking thing,” Nikki thought. “Why does it have to taunt me? Do its best to make me feel inadequ --”

The bell on the café’s door chimed interrupting Nikki’s thoughts. She looked up, grateful for the distraction, and saw what she could only describe as one of the finest asses she’d ever seen clad in tight, form-fitting blue jeans. Nikki’s eyes traveled further up the woman’s back, skimming over the taut back muscles encased in a tight white t-shirt, and saw that she had lustrous dark brown hair. Nikki’s heretofore dormant imagination quickly roared to life as it conjured up images of her hands running through those tresses, grabbing handfuls, pulling back slightly so as to force the woman’s head back, leaving her neck exposed to Nikki‘s lips, tongue, and teeth…

“Ahem.”

The sound of a throat clearing tore Nikki out of her daydream. Her eyes slowly focused on a pair of breasts being restrained by white cotton. Nikki knew immediately to whom those breasts belonged; she almost whimpered.

“Up here.”

Nikki’s eyes rose reluctantly and were met by flashing green. Despite the woman’s obvious anger Nikki smiled -- the front of the brunette was even better than the rear.

Helen pushed her sunglasses up on her head and glared down at the short haired woman who had been ogling her for the better part of three minutes. As she met the woman’s brown eyes Helen couldn’t help but appreciate their depth, then the woman smiled nearly causing Helen to abandon her resolve. Rude? Yes, she thought. Sexy? Most definitely. Potential? Hardly, she concluded. Still, one could have fun…

“Have we had sex before?” Helen asked innocently, barely concealing her annoyance.

Nikki gaped, taken aback by the question. “I’m sorry?”

Helen leaned down so she was eye level with Nikki. “Well, it seemed to me by the way you were helping yourself that surely we had met before.”

Nikki’s mind reeled. She tried to grab for any coherent thought as Helen’s nearness and subtle perfume began to invade her senses. Suddenly, Helen smiled at her and Nikki abandoned the struggle. Jesus Christ! That smile… that Scottish accent! Nikki knew she was beginning to lose it.

Helen flashed Nikki that killer smile, placed a finger under Nikki’s chin, and shut her mouth for her.
“Nah,” Helen stated. “Something tells me that if we’d had sex I’d have remembered it.”

The chiming of the door signaled Helen’s exit and shook Nikki from her temporary paralysis.

:o Wow! Your first attempt? I don't know where you've been but I'm glad you're here. Looking forward, very much, to reading the next bit. :hug

:lol1 Uh oh, seems like poor Nikki has met her match in a provocative Helen. I can sense fireworks are bound to ensue...bring it on :D

Great first start!

ya poor nikki tha was a relly good start hope to have more soon

I agree! Christ what an entrance, on so many levels!!! Can't wait for more! S... :)

Great start, can't wait to read more. :clap

Great start to a new story, look forward to more chapters soon.

:D :hug

Brilliant start. :eek

Can not wait for more. :hug2

Great start hunni loving it!! loving the forward and blunt helen :wub:

what an absolute brilliant start :clap hope to see more soon

I agree with everyone else - what a great start! :clap Brilliant for your first fic :)

Hmmm, well, I really have to thank you all for your encouraging words -- they could get addictive...

I also want to put out there that I think I need a beta reader; or, rather, I'd like one to help me out. So, if anyone's interested, please let me know. I'm not familiar at all with how any of this works beyond posting the story to the board. Any guidance would be greatly appreciated!

Again, much thanks for your kind words. I'll do my best to live up to them.




Part 2

The following day found Nikki back at the cafe sat at her usual table, laptop open, ever-present cup of coffee at hand. Her normal mood of relaxed contemplation still hadn’t made an appearance and she sat in her chair desperately gripping the sides of the laptop’s screen as if praying for an answer or inspiration. Yet no matter how she tried to force the issue Nikki knew she wouldn’t get a damn thing done that day; her mind constantly crept back to the infuriating and beautiful Scot who had given her a verbal slap upside the head. Serves you right for staring.

Nikki shook her head to clear it. She had to admit that while a part of her didn’t want the woman to show up again, a larger part of her was hoping for a chance at another confrontation. If there was one thing she loved it was getting the last word.

As Nikki was planning all the ways she would give the Scot her comeuppance her cell phone rang, shattering the peace of the café. Avoiding numerous dirty looks, Nikki stepped outside.

“Hiya, Trish,” she answered.

“Hi, Nik. Hope I’m not interrupting?” Trish ventured.

Nikki chuckled, “Oh, yes, earth-shattering work being done over here.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” Nikki replied. “What can I do for you, Trish?”

“Well, I need to call in a favor, Nikki,” she began. “Mum’s ill, in hospital, and I can’t put off going anymore…”

Nikki groaned inwardly and lit a cigarette. She hadn’t known Trisha’s mother was even ill. In fact, Nikki couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a conversation with Trisha that consisted of more than a ‘hello/goodbye’ as they passed each other at the club; one coming, one going.

Trisha continued, “I know that you wanted time off to write -- “

“Trish,” Nikki interrupted. “There’s no need to ask. Of course I’ll work for you. I’ve been getting fuck all done anyway. I could use a break from my break.”

They shared a laugh. Trisha sighed with relief.

“Thank you, Nikki. I’ll owe you one.”

“Yeah, yeah. Give my best to your mother -- I’ve always loved her, you know?”

Trish smiled and Nikki could hear it in her voice. “Yes, it was mutual, I can assure you. Listen, I hate to cut this short, but I need to run. There’s a private party on for tonight, but that’s about it, should be quiet.”

Nikki stubbed out her cigarette. “Okay, thanks. You better go… and take care, Trisha.”

Trisha. Nikki pocketed her phone as she smiled at the thought of her ex-partner. It gave her a sense of peace that they had been able to maintain their friendship after a rather contentious break-up. Not that they had really been angry with one another; for, they had found that their anger was directed mostly toward themselves for not having had the courage to admit that the love they shared had gradually disappeared. A secret, yet shared, self-loathing sought expression in petty fights and jealousies, quickly becoming the gorilla in the room neither of them wished to acknowledge.

Nikki finished gathering her things and headed for the door. She breathed a small sigh of relief that those times were long gone.


***


“Helen, I have just seen the most gorgeous creature!” Claire exclaimed as she stumbled back into the VIP lounge.

Helen caught her best friend’s arm, stopping her from careening into the lounge’s bar.

“Oh, is that all, Claire?” Helen laughed. “I’d thought you flushed yourself.”

Claire glared at Helen for a moment then promptly fell to pieces laughing.

“Seriously, though,” Claire caught her breath. “Tall, dark, imminently fuckable -- behind the bar downstairs."

"Imminently fuckable, huh?”

“Yes!” Claire giggled. “Even you would be swayed, Helen.”

Helen feigned hurt. “Seeing as it’s your birthday, friend, I’ll let that comment slide. I think the fact that you can even be impertinent at this stage means you haven’t had nearly enough to drink.”

Helen pushed Claire toward their friends crowded at the other end of the lounge, “Now, go join your neglected guests and I’ll get the drinks!”

Helen watched as Claire struggled to maintain her balance, faltering slightly as one of her heels made uneven contact with the floor. Claire righted herself and plopped down on a sofa. Helen gave a satisfied smile, two more rounds and we drag her out. Happy, happy birthday, Claire.

Slipping out of the VIP lounge, Helen decided that a trip to the ladies’ room would be wise before getting stuck in.


***

Colored by the heat of bodies grinding, the air in the club was thick and humid, seemingly pulsating with every thrum of the bass. Nikki stepped out from behind the bar and ran the back of her hand across her forehead. She smiled, a bit heady from the energy; she could’ve sworn that the lust and intoxication swirling about the place was palpable. Even though it was a Thursday, and Trish had promised a tame evening, the club was packed to the hilt.

Nikki moved confidently through the crowd on her way to the bathroom. She avoided a myriad of admiring and downright predatory stares, but rolled her hips in time to the music as she made her way just to give herself a quiet thrill. Not tonight, ladies. Still, one could have fun...

Her easygoing attitude soon met an abrupt end as she wandered through the bathroom door and locked eyes with the last person she expected to see.

Great update :clap

oooooooooh ...... great story. :devil can't wait for more updates

Can't wait to see how they react towards each other. :) Thanks for the update.

I'd have to agree with Claire... :) Great update! Great writing... THanks, S... :D

i can wait for the next come on soon please

:rofl :rofl :rofl

great start

keep it coming

Well, the muse has decided to lead me down a decidedly naughty path so I'm going to move this story to Rated 18 board. I'll re-post the first two parts along with the new third part.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading!

Idiot Engineer.