Concrete Dreams

Allison led Jocelyn first away from the dimwitted cowboy and his trash Scottish girl, and then through a door to the stairs. She began to climb up higher above ground level, expecting Jocelyn to keep up. She didn't bother to ask the girl if she wanted to come, or if she had other plans or somewhere to be. As usual, she didn't care. She already knew Jocelyn would follow her even if she did have someplace else to be.

The click of her heels marked every dingy concrete step. Her thighs, dressed in slim, gray slacks, slipped out from her long wool coat each time she lifted a leg, and retreated back under it as the other leg came up. After ascending by one floor, she spoke.

"My Little Lu Jiao," she said smoothly, as if musing to herself. "I think I'll call you Jocelyn now. Would you like that?"

Jocelyn was dressed a little more spartan than Allison. Having come from a workout, she was dressed in track pants, sneakers and a black tank top. The adrenaline of the moment and her earlier scrap with Duffy had put the thought of standing in a chilly parking garage out of her mind until she was in too deep. When it was too late, she had to keep her cool and save her shivers, keeping them bottled up until the time come to heat herself up again with the second, more satisfying encounter with the Scot.

Now she padded after Allison, not knowing what was going to happen next.it didn't really matter. She was there, with the woman she loved. The woman she hated? Things had been more the former lately. When Allison spoke, the Chistralian stopped. She turned her head and blushed. "Y-yes!" Her voice cracked a bit. She didn't mean for it to sound so juveniley enthusiastic.

Joc cleared her throat and continued to follow dutifully. "I don't care what you call me, Sarah." As long as you talk to me. "I just don't like being called little." She added without her usual sour tone. "Where are we going, Sarah?" She asked. "Pretty ripper how you fucked with that tool though. What a chunder head. What the fuck did he think was going to happen? A bloody tea party?" she added with a chipper attitude.

"Mm..." Allison mostly ignored Jocelyn when she started to sound like gutter trash. The sound of it grated on her ears enough to make her much less pleasant, and Allison was already not given to pleasantness.

She unbuttoned her coat as they climbed another flight of stairs, letting her white dress shirt and metallic blue and gray tie show. No sign of pursuit from their friends. The cowboy was of course running home to his sister with his cock tucked up between his legs, and the Scottish girl probably lacked the will to subject herself to another beating, since she'd already been given two. The coast was clear.

Without warning, Allison seized Jocelyn by the arm and shoved her violently against the wall. She pressed her body against the shorter girl and grabbed her sides to heft her up so that her feet dangled in the air and so Allison wouldn't have to lean down. She greedily took Jocelyn's mouth with hers, aggressively turning her head and forcing Jocelyn's neck back while her tongue dived into her mouth, wrestling with Jocelyn's.

She pulled back. "Tell me what it felt like," she breathed. "To crush that Scottish whore's face into the concrete with your own heel, after what she'd done to you." She took another kiss, just as savagely passionate as the first.

Jocelyn squeaked when her arm was grasped. Her breath escaped her as she was thrust against a wall and before she could even inhale, she was invaded by Allison, lifted up and pinned harshly. She moaned at the rough treatment. Anytime Allison had her way with her like this, it made Jocelyn melt like putty. Her tongue tried to keep up with Allison's fervent kiss. She tried to be dutiful and give back but she always felt so wonderfully helpless in Allison's strong grip.

When she pulled away to speak, she left the Chistralian panting softly. Her eyes fluttered and she looked upon Allison like a puppy who had her ear scratched for a brief, fleeting moment. Allison's words tickled her and her open mouth softly curled into something more sinister before it was once again seized by the lips of the woman she admired. Only after another breathless tangle of tongues was Jocelyn able to speak, still held up firmly, still tingling with the sensation of Allison's voluptuous body against her own.

"It was... the best feeling, Sarah..." She whispered. "That... cunt... smashing her ... to the ground." Her fingers clenched into fists. She wanted to do it again. She loved the feeling. As she was held, fire raged inside of her. A burning passion that held several different kinds of lust. After she spoke, she strained her neck forward, trying to greedily steal a kiss from Allison.

Allison's mouth twisted into the prettiest sneer. She let Jocelyn drop back down to the floor and put a hand to her throat to press her back against the wall.

"That's just it, isn't it," she hissed. "If you don't want to be called small, you make yourself big. If you don't want to be killed, you kill. And if there's something you want..." She leaned in just close enough for Jocelyn's lips. "You take it."

She pushed away from Jocelyn and stood in front of her, towering over her by a full eight inches. She gazed down at the smaller girl, and her face betrayed almost nothing at all, but she was thinking.

"Now, what do we do with you?"

Jocelyn felt like she fell a mile even though it was only a few inches. She landed and her body jostled. She stared at Allison and quivered as their lips brushed together. She felt her head shaking slightly in affirmation to Allison's words.

Jocelyn felt small when Allison loomed over her and once again she looked wide eyed and puppy dogged. But she blinked away the awe when Allison spoke and then she brought her hands up and glanced down at the balled fists. She pressed her sneaker against the wall and shoved off it. She used her momentum to try and drive Allison back against the other wall and seize her by the hair for her own deeply passionate kiss.

"I want more!" She barked with a commanding tone unusual for the Chistralian.

Keeping her balance in three inch heels when a greedy little girl crashed into her was a challenge for which Allison was well practiced. She stumbled back several short steps until Jocelyn pinned her against the opposite wall, and she kissed her back with a fervor that was adversarial, if not violent.

She grabbed Jocelyn by the hair and pulled her head back until her mouth gaped open, and then took full advantage by diving in and closing her lips around Jocelyn's tongue. She dragged one strap of the girl's tank top off her shoulder and yanked it off her arm, and then grappled with her to force the other side off as well. She dragged the shirt down Jocelyn's body to her waist, and then pushed it down along with the waist of her track pants until she revealed the girl's panties.

She pushed with her palm against Jocelyn's bare hip and gave her hair a sharp yank to turn her around, so that they switched places and Jocelyn was against the wall.

"Who would ever have guessed you were capable of poetry," she purred.

With one strong pull on Jocelyn's arm, Allison spun her around so that she was facing the wall with Allison's body pressed tightly against her back. She kept hold of her hair, and used it to turn her head to the side enough that she could kiss her. Her hand slid over Jocelyn's throat to her jaw, and while they kissed, her other hand found it's way down between Jocelyn's legs and began to run in slow, delicate circles.

Jocelyn was aggressive with her passions and felt as though she needed to be assertive with Allison. If not for her own desires then to try and prove something to the eternally unsatisfied Brit. But her will was not completely her own and when her hair was grabbed, and her top pulled down violently leaving her white panties exposed, her thighs visible and naught but a bare chest, exposed in the stairwell where the impromptu tryst started, the Chistralian felt the beating of her heart and wanted to be commanded by Allison.

She grunted when she was thrust against the wall and shut her eyes tightly, feeling Allison's heat against her and the crispness of the hollow stairwell's walls threatening to make her body shiver in other ways. She moaned as she was kissed and roughly handled by the larger woman, her body falling limp aside from the shred of conviction that still stirred. It was Allison's rather gentle touch that nearly caused Jocelyn to falter completely as her body slid down the wall enough to make Allison completely loom over her.

Jocelyn's fingers dug into the wall for a moment before she pushed her palm flatly against the wall and shoved as hard as she could, trying to force herself out of the spot she was in while her free hand reached out and snaked backwards awkwardly, trying to dig her own fingers into Allison's short, blonde locks. She then wedged her for between her own body and the wall and gave another hard shove with her foot to once again force Allison, and herself to stumble backwards, trying to hold the kiss the whole time, no matter how sloppy it might become, breaking only to moan softly or growl little words to Allison.

"I'll sing violence... Sarah..."

Allison stumbled back halfway across the landing of the stairwell, and then with and twist of her hips she deftly tossed Jocelyn onto her back. She laid her body on top of her, one thigh between Jocelyn's legs and one of Jocelyn's between her own. She put her hands on the girl's shoulders and lifted herself up slightly, while keeping the smaller girl pinned on the cement.

"Remember, darling," she nearly whispered. Her voice was like deep red wine in a dark room. "Those people. If they're in your way, you remove them. If they're not, you don't give them a single thought. But..." She leaned down and kissed Jocelyn, once. "If it's time to play..."

She moved down Jocelyn's half-naked body, her lips brushing against her soft, fair skin. She kissed her neck, then her collarbone, her chest, and then trailed her tongue down her small breast until it passed smoothly over her nipple. She closed her lips around the stiff little thing and gave it a kiss. When she looked up at Jocelyn, there was murder and delight in her emerald eyes.

"Would you like a new game?"

Jocelyn grunted when she hit the ground, gasping after as the cold concrete seared her exposed back. Her fingers slipped from Allison's hair and fell limply to her sides. It was difficult to remain aggressive when she was living a fantasy. The grungy place where it was happening was barely a thought in Jocelyn's mind. Only that it was happening and she wanted to seize it for as long as possible before it was torn away from her. Always int he back of her mind, she wondered when Allison would turn it into something horrible.

Jocelyn's almond eyes focused on Allison, pushing those thoughts away even further when she spoke. Her lip quivered softly as Allison spoke and greedily tried to take as much of Allison's soft kiss with her as she could. Her eyes shut when Allison moved down her body and her head tilted backwards, pushing into the concrete. "Y-Yes. S-Sarah." Jocelyn moaned in affirmation to Allison's words. "They're nothing. Drek, not worth lookin at." She added.

Jocelyn's hands fidgeted as Allison continued. She wasn't sure if she should touch Allison or not. If she should paw at the concrete. She did that at first and then brought her hands up and curled them around the collar of her coat.

Jocelyn moaned louder as Allison continued and squeezed her legs tightly around Allison's leg. Her eyes widened when Allison offered a new question. "Yes! yes!" She blurted out, trying to moan and speak at once. "W-w-w-what is it, Sarah?" She almost pleaded for an answer, as though she desired to say 'please don't stop' instead.