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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.

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, emminently fuckable -- behind the bar downstairs."

"Emminently 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.

Hi, all. I've moved the story due to a naughty, naughty muse. Please enjoy the third installment.

Idiot Engineer.



Part Three

"My, my, my," Nikki grinned. "All tarted up for a night on the town, I see."

Nikki broke Helen's glare and allowed her eyes to rove unabashedly down the length of Helen's fit body. She bit the inside of her cheek to try to stop her mouth from involuntarily dropping open.

Helen's blood-red dress fastened behind her neck and flowed down in a vee-shape, two separate strips widening to cover each of her breasts before cinching at her petite waist; the dress kept a tight line from the waist down and ended at mid-thigh. Nikki happily noted that the dress simply didn't allow for a bra. All I'd have to do is just push that flimsy material to the side..., she mused. Her eyes continued down Helen's slim, bare legs, taking in her delicate ankles, feet, and manicured toes in matching red strapped heels. When she managed to look back up at Helen she was greeted with blazing green eyes.

As soon as the strange woman spoke, Helen swallowed her surprise and quickly summoned anger. The nerve! Helen watched as Nikki's eyes roamed and took the opportunity to really look at her.

Despite her outrage at being looked over as if she were a piece of meat -- for the second time, she noted -- Helen found herself frighteningly attracted to the tall woman. Nikki's tall, athletic frame was clothed in a tight gunmetal-grey silk blouse which had its first four buttons undone, accentuating her full breasts and allowing a perfect view of her delicious, tan neck. Delicious, Helen? What the hell is wrong with you?! Helen looked down at Nikki's impossibly long legs encased in matching grey pinstripe trousers and bit her lip. Wonder what it would feel like with those wrapped around my -- STOP IT! Helen raised her eyes just before Nikki did. She couldn't be sure anymore whether the anger she felt was solely for Nikki or her reaction to Nikki.

"Tarted up?" Helen retorted. "Clever."

Nikki shrugged and sidled past Helen to the sink, "Just call 'em like I see 'em."

Helen turned on a heel and faced Nikki's back. Their eyes connected in the mirror.

"Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Let's not state the obvious, darling," Nikki smirked. She looked down and began washing her hands, not so subtly dismissing Helen.

Helen ignored the hint and walked toward Nikki, "How dare you!"

Nikki laughed and moved for a towel, but Helen blocked her path.

"Here I am," Helen's voice steadily rose proportionately to her exasperation; her accent thickened, "my personal space now twice violated by your inability to keep your hormones in check, and you've got the nerve to call me names?"

Nikki stared at Helen, incredulous, "You've got to be kidding me, right? Violated your personal space? What with? My eyes? Clearly, you are disturbed!"

She side-stepped Helen and dried her hands. She found herself wishing that Helen would move away, walk out, because the amount of flesh she had exposed, her scent, and her angry Scottish lilt was turning Nikki on more than she anticipated. When it became apparent that Helen was going to stand her ground Nikki quickly rounded on her, forcing Helen to take a step back.

Helen found herself trapped between Nikki's body and the counter; Nikki's breasts just centimeters from her own. When she looked back up into Nikki's eyes, she gasped, totally unprepared for the naked desire shimmering in the dark pools. To Helen, Nikki looked dangerously sexy; in that same instant, Helen knew she was wet.

"You want to know what I think?" Nikki asked, her voice low and husky. She didn't wait for an answer, "No, what I know? I know all this bluster really isn't for my benefit, but for yours."

Nikki gazed at Helen's mouth and traced her finger along Helen's bottom lip. Helen placed her palms on the edge of the counter, bracing for support.

"See, you're scared," Nikki continued. "You're attracted to me just as I am to you and it's got you scared as hell." Nikki licked her lips, "Why?"

Helen gave a small groan, but quickly recovered herself. "Oh, look, don't be ridicul --"

Nikki cut Helen off by leaning in and flicking her tongue against Helen's bottom lip. Helen groaned louder this time and crushed her mouth against Nikki's. Their mouths opened in unison and their tongues met halfway. Nikki pressed her body against Helen's and it felt like an electric shock. Helen wound her arms around Nikki's neck and ran her fingers through Nikki's hair, gently scraping the scalp with her fingernails as she went. Helen couldn't stop a shiver of arousal from snaking up her spine. Feeling Helen's response, Nikki ground her hips against Helen's and slipped her arms around Helen's waist.

Nikki shifted, never breaking the kiss, using her knee to separate Helen's legs. Helen whimpered from the welcome pressure and moved against Nikki's thigh. Nikki slid her palms over the front of Helen's dress and felt her hard nipples through the material. She lightly pinched them at the same time causing Helen to throw her head back.

"God!" Helen gasped.

Nikki seized the opportunity and ran her tongue from the base of Helen's throat to just beneath her chin before capturing her mouth in another searing kiss.

With shaking hands Helen began to unbutton Nikki's blouse. Her hands quickly worked their way inside the shirt and pressed up against Nikki's full breasts, the weight of them in her palms ratcheting up her arousal. She teased the nipples through the black lace and it was Nikki's turn to break the kiss.

"Yesss..." she hissed as Helen lapped the length of her tongue against Nikki's jugular vein.

Nikki shifted again, running her hand up Helen's thigh and under her dress. Helen bit down on Nikki's clavicle as she felt Nikki's fingers find their way under her now completely drenched thong. They moaned together at the sensation of Nikki's finger sliding between Helen's slick folds.

"Do you know how wet you are?" Nikki gasped.

Helen murmured incoherently into Nikki's neck then groaned as Nikki pulled out of the embrace. Helen's heavy-lidded eyes met Nikki's; they were both thoroughly drunk on each other.

Nikki removed her hand from under Helen's dress, much to Helen's dismay, and raised her fingers to her mouth. Helen's eyes widened as she watched Nikki slide each finger into her mouth, licking them clean. Unconsciously, Helen licked her lips in response.

Nikki's eyes drifted closed as she tasted Helen for the first time. I have got to have this woman, she thought. But not tonight. She opened her eyes and took in Helen's swollen lips and wide, green eyes. Nikki noted they had changed to a deeper shade of green and swore she felt something tugging at her stomach. Nikki decided to ignore it.

Puzzled by Nikki's sudden thoughtful expression, Helen frowned.

"I concur. We haven't had sex before," Nikki calmly stated. "Because I definitely would've remembered the way you taste."

Nikki smiled smugly as she walked out of the bathroom and rebuttoned her blouse. Yet, somehow, she didn't feel as satisfied as she thought she should. Last word, indeed.

The slamming of the bathroom door brought Helen back to earth. As she struggled to make sense of what had just happened she discovered the bass from the music being played in the club was drumming through the walls, keeping time with the beat of her heart.

:devil :devil :devil

:clap :clap :clap

where is that doggone shower emoticon???

Helen don't just stand there..... go after her!

What an update! Last word indeed :lol1

:clap Great update, hope there are more of them to come!!!! :devil

Holy Christ! :jaw THat was BRILL. I loved it, thanks and I can't wait for more! S... :D

More more! Hehe

End?

See, I'm torn. It seems as if that would be a great ending, but it also holds the promise of more...

Any thoughts?

no don't end it there...we need more

It holds the promise of ALOT more, so you cannot end it there :D Great so far - lucky Helen eh :devil

A lot of promise there!

No, no, no, you mustn't end it there! In my mind, that makes a lovely introduction, and now the chase... :) Please? Did I mention that you're a lovely writer? :hug2 S... :D

this was so damn good... and damn hot too :devil

but we need an update very very soon... or else :hammer

Couldn't keep quiet any longer .....

Brilliant start to a story ...... but PLEASE don't let it end there!

You have to write more!!

Brilliant

In the words of rachel stevens.........more more more!!!

Hi, all. The story continues! Sorry for the delay.

Thank you for all the feedback. It is much appreciated.

Idiot Engineer.



Part Four


Helen woke in a cold sweat for the fifth night in a row. Lying in the darkened room, she took several deep breaths to try to get her breathing under control. Her mind calmed eventually and she became aware of the steady snore of the body next to her. She was, at once, both relieved and ashamed. True, it had been the fifth night she'd dreamt of the dark-haired stranger from the cafe and bar, but, still, she could find comfort in the fact that she hadn't cheated -- technically; and, as she was wont to do when she found herself in sticky situations, Helen remembered (no, clung to) the importance of details.

So, technically, zero penetration. There's one scrap of dignity and pride saved. The nagging realization that she had not been the one to halt the sexual encounter in the bar's bathroom, Helen quickly pushed aside. She reminded herself that the past was the past; no point in thinking of what might have happened if the woman hadn't broken contact. Helen gave a wry smile, thankful for, yet not oblivious to, her gift of rationalization. A weird one-off, that's what it was. Encounter categorized and filed away. Job done.

So why have you dreamt of her every night since?

Helen sighed heavily, turning on her side to study her bed partner's lean, muscular back. She ran a fingertip along the spine, following its length until it disappeared beneath the sheet. The body stirred and shifted forward onto its stomach. Lately, sex seemed more of a historical fact than a reality between them and Helen had hardly thought it mattered... until now. No, what mattered was love and she was in love with her partner. Wasn't she? Five years on and that counted for something. Didn't it? Helen decided that it did.

She slid her hand between her lover's legs and began to caress gently. The body stirred, reacting to Helen's ministrations. Helen increased her efforts. The body turned to her now fully alert. Helen's lover pulled their bodies close and Helen felt fingers between her legs, testing her readiness. The body was on top of Helen now, lips kissed her roughly and Helen screwed her eyes shut tight. She knew what was coming and had not failed to notice that it wasn't turning her on as it should have.

Shit, Helen thought. She had started this and now had to make good. As her lover's lips met her breasts Helen thought of the stranger, picturing it was the woman now touching her body. It worked like a charm; Helen grew wetter with every stroke of her lover's tongue across her nipples. Helen gasped when her lover entered her. She ran her hands through the dark hair of the body on top of her, imagining, willing, it to be the dark, short hair of her mystery woman. Helen moaned as she envisaged the woman taking her roughly, pumping in and out of her, making Helen hers as the body on top of her was now trying to do. That thought alone brought Helen to a quick, white-hot orgasm. Her body shivering and shaking, Helen wanted to call out the name of the stranger, but found that she had to settle for the only name she knew at the moment.

"Sean!"

Sean's body stiffened and grunted caught up in its own climax. He rolled of off Helen, his breath coming shallow and quick. Seeing that it was still dark outside, Sean allowed himself the luxury of slipping back to sleep, sure that Helen was about to do the same.

Helen placed her arm across her eyes, wanting to forget that she had just had her very first orgasm while having sex with Sean. The first without having to fake it in five years. Helen cringed, not wanting to consider the ramifications of that realization. The overwhelming need to wash Sean off her skin caused Helen to quietly remove herself from the bed. She stepped under the hot water and stood for a moment, letting the water cascade down her body, an instant salve. An image of her stranger standing under a shower with rivulets of water flowing down a nude, toned body popped into Helen’s mind unexpectedly. The subsequent rush of arousal caught Helen’s breath in her throat; she placed a hand on the cool tile to steady herself.

Christ. I don’t even know her name.



***


The clocked ticked over to 3:01 just in time for Nikki to make note of it. As a rule, she would aver that regret was not an emotion to which she subscribed; yet, over the past five sleepless nights, Nikki and regret had become fast friends.

“Regret and bloody insomnia,” Nikki complained aloud to no one.

Nikki took a deep breath and lay back on the bed, forcing herself to relax and clear her mind. The fragile peace, lasting all of thirty seconds, shattered when her mind started replaying her two highly memorable meetings with the Scottish beauty. Not for the first time Nikki kicked herself for walking away from the woman during their encounter in the bathroom. To say that she was surprised to see the Scot standing there in the bathroom of her and Trisha’s club would be a gross understatement. It wasn’t just that she was standing there; it was the who, what, when, where, why, and how of the whole scene. Considering what that woman was wearing I did well to recover, Nikki congratulated herself for a hollow victory.

Nikki groaned and shoved her head under a pillow. Why hadn’t she stayed, swallowed her pride, and gone along for the once-in-a-lifetime ride? The woman had been ready and willing and it would have been better than good, Nikki could tell that just by way they kissed. But, no, you had to make a bloody point... to a stranger, no less! Every way she looked at it, Nikki concluded that the brief semi-tryst was, ultimately, an exercise in futility. She knew she should write it off, let it go. She knew that she would most likely never see the woman again. At the very least, she knew she’d have a good story to tell.

Nikki shot up in bed and grabbed her laptop from the nearby chair. Waiting for the computer to boot up, Nikki smiled to herself; she would get something out of this mess after all. She’d write the mysterious Scot out of her system.

And make a few pounds in the process...

:clap Great update, can't wait to read more. I hope they meet up again. :wub: Thanks

Thanks. Another great update. :D

wonderful update.... waiting patiently..... for more ;)

Intense update. I like it :)

I'm likin' this. :) Erotic, humorous and giving more than a hint of fireworks to come. I look forward to more.

Allie

Yes, I'm likin' it too! I love it ID... Thanks for the update! Looking forward to more..... please? :wub: S... :D

Fantastic update more soon please :clap

Jeeez this is great writing and hot as well more soonest pleeeease. :o :o :o :o

great storey...looking forward to the update...and i wonder if in writing fan fiction thats what we all aim to do..write the scot out of our systems....nahh..never gonna happen.
x

this is such great writing, and I think some cold showers need to be installed in the forums!

Hows that terriw1979?




Keep the updates coming. I really like this story.

Wow, really great updates. The bathroom scene is memorably HOT. I really like the way you explored Helen's mind. :clap :clap :clap

I agree totally. I hope they meet again. :popcorn

How's the update going???? Did we mention that we're enjoying this story? You're doing a lovely job. :rolleyes: can't wait for more... S... :)

It ends.... when Helen leaves her begging
Don't cha think?

:devil This is hot!

Can't wait for more :clap

:jaw :jaw I was on the edge of my seat waitin to see what happens next!! plz update!!!!!!!! :devil

Hi, just wondering if you know what happened with Helen and Nikki yet? Care to share? :D Cant wait... so I'm ready when you are. S... :)

Helloooo, just bringing it up. S :) :popcorn Or has someone made off with you? :aship

When Helen recognizes their little tryst on the internet( or wherever) Regret is sooo... going to be an emotion to which Nikki subscribes(aver...not so much)

Cheers...thanks for 'aver'

Time for an update? pleeeease :hug2 :hug2 :hug2 :hug2

Brilliant story.
:cry2 :cry2 Can we please have an update to find out what happens next?

Update pleeeease! :cry2 :cry2 :cry2

Ditto... :cry2