What if...

...Youji wore stockings and they got a run in them?

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I.

As Kudou Yukako strutted down the front steps of her apartment 
building that night, she realized it was time for her to make some definite changes 
with her life, starting with her job.  That day was the worst she'd had yet, and after 
three months there, too.  

First, her boss, a private investigator, had arrived at the office in a foul mood.  
Then, she'd had to spend the better part of the day trailing around Tokyo to check 
out the leads his clients had given him; came back two hours before quitting time 
empty-handed to find her inbox wasn't so barren.  A stack of letters lay waiting to 
be typed, files to be replaced, messages from creditors who were to be warded off.  
He'd given his hassled secretary orders to clear out her box before she left, and 
then he left, the louse, for his evening of strippers and cheap sake.  

She'd silently mouthed profanities in his wake before glumly sitting down to stare 
at the pile that crouched on the right side of the battered old kitchen table she used 
as a desk.  But after about two minutes of such contemplation, she'd decided she'd 
had enough for the day.  It was Saturday, and she was going to enjoy herself that 
night.  She deserved it--in fact, she felt she 
deserved a hell of a lot more and better than what she had now.  

/Damn if I'm not going to get it,/ she thought as she spun to look at herself in one 
of the mirrors on display in a department store window.  She'd chosen for the 
evening a gold dress with a round neckline, low cut to show off her ample 
cleavage; it flowed in empire style in sparkling chiffon layers over a satin 
underskirt, ending at mid-thigh.  She'd encased her long legs in black fishnets, 
held in place by a lacy gold garter belt; her bra matched it, as did her 
inconspicuously absent panties.  It was too hot to wear everything, and she rather 
liked the feel of the cool, slick fabric moving over her naked skin, the way the air 
would waft between her legs as she walked--so refreshing on such an evening.  

Yukako had completed her outfit with a pair of black patent leather shoes--
rounded toes and chunky, three-inch high heels, held in place at her ankles with 
thin buckle straps; a thick black satin ribbon around her throat for a necklace; and 
a teeny black satin clutch, one shaped like a capsule and just large enough to hold 
a lipstick, her credit card, her cigarettes, a few yen, and her house keys.  Yukako's 
black hair fell to her shoulders in loose waves, framing a face with eyes painted in 
smoky violet shadow and smudged black liner, lips artfully stained a vivid, glossy 
peach.  

She moved in a cloud of orchid perfume.  Men noticed her; women did.  She 
adored their admiration--no less so than when she strolled into the throbbing, 
sultry heart of Club Usuakari.  She felt the eyes of those she passed upon her, 
their appreciative gazes occasionally accompanied by wandering pat of a hand.  
Yukako tolerated their impropriety; those shy caresses were a far cry from the 
clumsy groping her boss often attempted whenever he managed to get her in his 
office, for they titillated her, instead of disgusting her.  She felt the juices rise and 
creep 
between her folds of her pliant sex, and she longed for someone to dip their 
fingers in her wetness and...

/Not yet.../ she chided herself, shaking off the languor those sudden fantasies had 
inspired in her.  First, she wanted a drink, 
something...fruity.  With vodka.  With a smile for the bartender when he 
approached her, Yukako ordered a Glass Tower, then slid a 
cigarette out of her clutch and lit it.  


(ooc:  Usuakari means 'twilight'.  

A Glass Tower:  

1 oz Vodka 
1 oz Peach Schnapps 
1 oz Light Rum 
1 oz Triple Sec 
1/2 oz Sambuca 
Lemon-Lime Soda 
Ice 
Pour ingredients into a glass filled with ice. Fill with lemon-lime soda and top 
with an orange slice and a cherry.)

***  

The sun still raced over the tip of the skyscrapers though the streets themselves 
were swathed in a crisp, blue dusk all their own. To them, the day was gone, and 
for so many people making their ways into the club already, the world had 
followed, if only for the few hours before Monday. Travellers between that night 
in the next fled their worlds for Usuakari, for Yukako's alone; reeled, stared, 
reveled, lived. Admired, and knew lust sweeter than the blood of pomegranates.  

Then again, if it had been the middle of the day on Monday, she wouldn't have 
remained by herself at the counter, her fingers around the throat of her straw as 
she drew it across the bubbles that would gather now and then on the ice.

She had a red-haired boy in white and crimson biker's gear on one side, and a 
fine-boned, well-turned-out sort of woman on the other, one who was constantly 
glancing at her watch as if she had someone to be despite the weekend tremors of 
delight all around. Her glasses fell into her martini because she hadn't bothered to 
straighten them, and she fled to the restroom to clean off her blouse, cursing all 
the while. The biker laughed into his beer, but didn't dare watch for too long 
where his fellow gazer had been. Someone else would come out from the glass 
lakes of the tables and take that seat along the bar.

For awhile there were only glances, whispers to fill the emptiness, and a gleam of 
a smile smearing itself all over Yukako's lipstick. In the back, one of a host of 
friends found himself pushed forward out of the fray of boys he knew, but he 
couldn't quite stand, and the space between him and the gold-clad lady seemed 
unending, and nothing else.

By the time he was halfway there and twice as drunk as he had been when he 
started, someone else had taken the stool, the place on her left, all for themselves. 

The figure and his nacre blue trench had swept through the door with a gust of 
wind from the distant sea and sat now, facing in towards the bubbling water and 
light filled pillars on the far wall, away from Yukako. Even when he turned to 
kick the stuttering, juvenile lush who tried to reclaim his throne, she couldn't quite 
make out his face for the shock of henna red hair drifting over his shoulders and 
all around his features. He whispered his order to the bartender, who laughed, and 
made him a Shuddering Orgasm without complaint or announcement.

It wasn't too long after this, she found a napkin in her lap that wasn't hers. It read 
in sketchy, dark script: "Kuudou Yukako- You work for Murase Asuka the private 
detective, right? Money's no object here but..."

Her gasp was all the answer he needed, but his words still shocked her. "Can you 
do me a favor? It's just a little one."

It was the voice of a boy nothing close to a man, far parted from the way the 
definition of him changed as his trench coat swung down around his stool. The 
broad, august shoulders melted into the delicate curves of a slouch, and the lines 
of his back drew 
inwards along the slope of a dainty, inner teardrop made by his hips, his waist, 
and the place where she imagined his ribs.

Her ribs.

If indeed she had any, for she looked even less real than the stars above them, and 
then were only pink pricks cut in the airbrushed ceiling with lamps above them; 
looked far too tall for her frame, as if it was something the curves of her still had 
to grow into, though she had to be past twenty. Only her breasts seemed to be in 
proportion with the rest of her- they were powdery soft and just slightly plump, 
but wouldn't have been of any special appeal if she had done her sweater all the 
way up. The rest of her was all will-o-the-wisp lithe, down to her finger tips, her 
feet, the slope of her throat.

She hadn't brushed her hair since the morning, that was obvious, and it had the 
look to it that someone's hands had disheveled it. It hadn't been cut in awhile 
either, and hung in her eyes, or close to it; made it hard to guess their color, 
though the shade about them was dark blue flecked with platinum. 

Now and then she moved easily, and then again as if something stiff held her 
body, even where that didn't seem the case at all- her Mediterranean blue v-neck 
couldn't have been fitted any closer and was made of some soft synthetic that 
shimmered like milk, and her silver satin skirt wasn't so tight it kept her from 
crossing the white stockings on her legs. Yes, white, and without any socks to 
keep them from touching the inside of her sneakers, 
though a chain of faceted links hung around one ankle. The tiny flares of her 
cream wrist gloves had been fitted themselves with silver bracelets both, one with 
tiny, dangling azure crystals, and the other with enamel moons and stars. On a 
chain of silver coils around her neck hung a oval of smooth, south seas paua shell, 
but her ears were bare.

Without a pocket book to speak of, she took a cigarette case- itself engraved silver 
an something she seemed to find fit to chuckle over -out of her coat (if it was her 
coat), and lit it on the tip of Yukako's.

"So anyway, you were saying...?"

But she hadn't said a word.

***

Yukako merely sat there and admired this brazen, beautiful stranger through the 
ribbons of smoke undulating between them.  No one had ever asked her for her 
help, only the two-bit bum she worked for--only to rue having chosen him, 
usually!  Oh, to have a chance to prove herself...it was something she'd longed 
for.  

But it wasn't the only thing she wanted.  

Yukako took another shallow puff of her cigarette, then turned fully towards the 
redheaded woman and propped her elbow upon the bar, giving her the whole of 
her attention.  

"Why don't you tell me your story, starting with your name?" she 
asked, her voice a sensuously wistful alto.  "We'll discuss my fee afterward."  

***

"Ohhhhhh, as long as you've been in the business you still think I'll should just 
TELL you who I am? Makes me wonder if you're audacious or naive." She 
winked, and blew a pair of pale smoke rings up above the bottles of schnapps that 
lined the far side of the bar from where they sat.  "You know, I think I like 
audacious better? You'd better not let me down."  

The woman at Yukako's side tapped herself in the middle of her chest, the fabric 
of her sweater stirring a little under the glancing touch.  "If you need to call me 
something, call me Schuldich.  That's 'deek' not 'dick'.  And either way, I have a 
very... delicate situation on my hands."

But for in Schuldich's mind, whatever it was faded away the moment she realized 
her glass was empty, and she insisted on ordering herself another cocktail before 
going on- one of the same she'd been drinking, but with extra Irish cream this 
time.  When she sipped from the foam the ice crystals had whipped up atop it, her 
lips pinked with the chill there.

"My lover and I are here from Europe on some business.  Never mind what.  
Thing is, we already know pretty much who we're gonna have to deal with.  
They're just the names, and a name means nothing.  Names are no good for 
negotiating with, you know, who should negotiate with who else- my lover or 
me? It would be just so much of an advantage for us if we... knew things about 
these people.  Things that require some discretion, and that no detective around 
here has the je-ne-sais-quoi to find.  Did you 
know there are no female detectives in the Tokyo phonebook?"

Yukako shook her head and stirred her Glass Tower once again.  

"Really? Huh, well, now you do.  And speaking of you, what I'd need..." 
Schuldich let her voice tumble down to mere sigh.  The glitter about her eyes 
stirred as her lashes crinkled with a smile.  She was plainly getting a kick out of 
asking her question, and the other woman got the distinct impression someone 
before her had balked at whatever it was.

"...from you if to tell me which way these guys swing.  And I'm prepared to start 
at a million yen for the first one, that should be enough to let you quit that job of 
yours."

***

Outwardly, Yukako was all cool, but inside, her mind was whirling in shock over 
what the redhead had told her. A million yen. A MILLION YEN! And all for 
seducing just one man. Oh, yeah, she could quit on that. She could make a name 
for herself. Maybe...maybe they'd hire her for other jobs, or recommend her. 

Before her, a door had opened upon a road paved with gold, she saw it just as 
plainly. 

"That much money for sex. I am intrigued." She fixed her with a 
shrewd look, lips pursed around the tip of her slowly crumbling 
cigarette. "Seems strange to go about checking after your clients' preferences in 
such a way, but...who am I to judge?" She 
smiled. "I'll do it." 

The redhead smirked. 

"On my terms." 

Her smirk grew into a grin. Yukako answered it by slipping her 
cigarettes out of her clutch and tossing them onto the table between them, a tacit 
offer. 

"A million for the first, two million for the second. Three for the third, and...you 
for the night--or at least an hour. Do you agree?" 

***
 
Schuldich's gaze spun away from the almost spilled cigarettes, tumbling back 
down into Yukako's once they had been given time to focus.  She blinked.

And then her tongue peeked out along the edge of her wicked grin.  She could not 
have looked further from surprised, even if the starlight around her eyes was 
winking in and out with the giddy pleasure.  She took one of the proffered 
cigarettes, and once more, let it on the edge of Yukako's, saying as she did so, 
"You've read my mind.  Do you know how long it's been since anyone did that? 
Too long for certain; but one, two, three! That's just what I would have offered 
you."

When she pulled away to take her first sip of smoke, it was not to where she had 
been so languidly resting before, but a place much more akin to her companion's 
gravity; one where her hair would now and then catch on the breeze of a passer 
by, and carry onto the wrong shoulders.

"Well..."

Her voice though neither rose nor set, "Let me do you one better.  You can have 
me for a night, sure.  But I wouldn't exactly be an accommodating employer if I 
didn't... see to your more immediate needs? Have I got my Japanese euphemisms 
right?"

Schuldich didn't wait for and answer, but rather let her fingers and the silver 
circlet crossing its wrist stray onto Yukako's lap- upper her skirt and against the 
upper mound of her sex.

"Ohhhhhhhh, you're completely bare.  I like that."  

***

Yukako had thought she couldn't get any warmer there, but the chill metal which 
tickled her sex proved her wrong. The slight weight of Schuldich's hand made her 
ache deep inside, and she slowly slipped her legs a little further apart, rocking 
upwards against her palm with a delicate shudder. 

"And I like that you're so bold. I like how you make me feel." She caught the 
other woman's eye and held it, the tip of her tongue darting out to cut a swathe 
over her juice-stained lips. 

"I'd like to know how you feel," she breathed, crossing the narrow space between 
them and kissing her ever so lightly upon the lips. Traces of nicotine and Irish 
cream she tasted, briefly, before sitting up again. Yukako took one last swallow of 
her drink, then gathered up her things, and stood. Swiping daintily at her lips with 
the side of her pinky, Yukako glanced sidelong with a grin at Schuldich, then 
crooked a finger for her to follow. 

And where she led her was not to a place of soft bedding and muted lights, but 
one of hard, rough brick, and the moon as a spotlight: the alley which lay between 
the club and the boutique next door. It was open on either end, and the music from 
within reverberated through the walls, throbbing with bass. It made her heart race 
even faster. 

"Schuldich," she murmured, turning when the imposing steel door had clanged 
shut behind her companion. The redhead was reaching for her, and she caught her 
all the same with hands and lips. 

"Schuldich...I want you."

***

Only the barest trace of azure marked the sky as ever having been blue- now it 
was only they two, and the cast-offs of the neon circlets on earth and above.

The trench swept around them both as she let her lips swallow Yukako's- it 
brushed their calves like wandering hands.  Even though there was no air to carry 
it up around them any higher, they both started, moaned deeply into one another's 
bared throats.

Schuldich let her hips stir a little under the hot and dainty hands that had cone to 
rest on them, the coat chased the black fishnets again. It made them both smile, 
though neither saw it very well, for their eyes had been shut tight, rather than 
reveling in the after dusk between headlights and the glitter of the passing lovers.  
No, it was only the two of them, the rest of the world unaware, and to one 
another, they were only ghostly shapes sometimes doused with color.

The detective seemed to have some awareness though not only of her eyes, or 
hands, and she began to lean into the other woman's arms before the wall met her 
back.  She had been drawn, step by step, touch by touch to it.

"I have to hold you up somehow, now don't I?"

But the gold of her dress crackled and sang so on the almost stone, and something 
broke under one of her heels that sang like glass.

Schuldich simply shrugged, and lunged in to taste her again- not just the 
afterthought of vodka in her mouth; the petals of her makeup, pulse of her throat- 
her hands knew her shoulders, her sides, her trembling thighs, coursing up along 
her belly underneath her bodice, pulling away just before her chest and finally 
cupping both of her breasts, pushing into them and rubbing hard enough to bruise.  
The shimmering ripples of chiffon were drawn aside, and her leg slipped between 
Yukako's, a weight on her dripping body, and no more.  She hadn't been the only 
one to touch.

She just made herself seem that way, never holding still long enough to be 
clasped, to be fondled.  As she stood though, her waist creeping forward into the 
other woman's Yukako sighed all around her and finally reached for the belt of 
her skirt.  She found her hands swatted and drawn away.

"No, that's not for you.  Not yet."

It wasn't pity in her though, as Schuldich drew back, but a kind of subtle 
domination as she had her way with the little white buttons of her sweater, and 
undid them all, and the top laces of the white lace teddy underneath. It parted, and 
left her naked even where the coat would have hidden it if they were seen, her 
little pink peony nipples escaping their bedding of colorless lace.

"Those now! Those are all for you." 

***

"Dessert before dinner?  Mmm...I do like how you think..."  

Yukako lay her fingertips upon the smooth slopes of Schuldich's bare breasts, and 
lightly drew them down to the rosy peaks she'd offered.  Already, they were 
beginning to stiffen; she took them between her forefingers and thumbs, and 
gently tweaked them.  Lips parting in anticipation, Schuldich closed her eyes, 
head tilting back just a bit.  Yukako dipped her fingers into the clinging bit of lace 
and cupped the firm, silken globes.  

"Come closer..."  

Slivers of emerald shone beneath her sugar dusted lids; apart from that, Schuldich 
didn't move--only smirked so faintly at Yukako.  It made her want to laugh; she 
did so, sliding her hands away from the redhead's chest, and moving them to her 
waist.  With a sudden yank, their bodies met again.  

"So cruel, offering me such rare treats and then withholding them 
from me.  You should be utterly ashamed, utterly..."  

Any reply Schuldich might have made then was silenced by Yukako's 
lips.  She kissed her there, once, twice; moved to her cheek, 
sprinkled kisses upon her throat.  Sliding down the wall, scraping the fragile net 
of her skirt, her lips found the rise of her breasts, the hollow between them.  She 
lingered there, drinking in her sighs, the perfume of her skin.  

"Beautiful," she whispered, leaving that fragrant, shadowy valley for one delicate 
peak, which she tasted of with the tip of her 
tongue.  "Just beautiful..."  

***

"And they say there's no such thing as an Aesthetician Sapphist," Schuldich 
murmured between her quick and ragged breaths.  Yukako's eyes rose from her 
breasts in question, and she shook her head then with a sigh, folding her arms 
behind her back so her chest arched a little more , and her nipples bounced an 
instant on her companion's cheek when she would wring her wrists together with 
pleasure.

"It's truuuuuuuue.  But that's what you get for looking in all the wrong places, and 
even if you don't just go for girls."

Yukako shook her head, and the feeling of her dark locks sliding over the 
sparkling skin made Schuldich tip forward on the tips of her toes seeking 
something closer to the creature she had capture with her in the alley.

"But then again, how could you? Now THAT would be a shame and true 
withholding of 'treats'."

So saying, she took her own breasts in her hands for a moment, smearing the lip 
prints there as she drew them along, until she finally took Yukao's chin in her 
hands.  She drew the other woman up, just held her, almost by her throat and 
almost by the softness of her visage; just cradled, and just stared at her a moment 
before slowly lunging in after what was left of her lip gloss; kissed her and kissed 
her and fumbled with her mouth until they were only breathing through each 
other.

In time, she found the stockings on one thigh, and sought the rim there of it, 
coasting up beneath her skirt until she had her by the ribbons over her garter.  

"Oh, I love stripping people out of these things.  I'd do it right now except you'd 
never find all the little pieces here.  Besides, there are so many other fun things to 
do with them 
as well..."

A quick yank and the gold lame of the dress had been caught in the belt, Yukako's 
sex now dangerously close to being on outright view, but Schuldich took her thigh 
once more, and sweeping in close, covered all sight of it with her own skirt, the 
outline of her mound pressing down on the detective's, the pressure shaken by 
little tiny thrusts.

"See?"

***

Licking her glimmering lips, Yukako brazenly rubbed her sex against Schuldich's. 
"Ohhh, yes. But then, why do you think I wore it tonight?" She cast a grinning, 
heavy-lidded look her way, and swooped in to nibble at her lower lip. 

"Of course," she added, clutching now at the firm curves of 
Schuldich's ass and thrusting against her again, "this doesn't excuse you from 
stripping me out of my underwear the next time we meet, gorgeous." 

***
  
"I look forward to it," Schuldich simpered then against Yukako's cheek, refusing 
to draw away from her when she fell silent.  "Wear something pale, won't you? 
Something that'll really show when you're wet."

She felt her answer, rather than knew it any ordinary way, for the woman between 
her and the wall lunged once more up against her waist and sighed so hard she 
seemed to 
grow smaller for a moment.

"You keep doing stuff like that, we both might start to wonder who's playing 
along with who here."

The trench coat slipped into the crooks of her elbows, pulling any tiny blue 
shadows that remains away from her naked breasts as she rubbed them close as 
she could to Yukako's.  Her hands slunk against her waist then, and she felt those 
resting on her ass tighten, just a little.  Almost as if the detective knew, or at least 
wanted.

What shimmered on her lips there was crushed as she ground up against Yukako 
now, felt her bare sex quivering even through the folds of her skirt, her breath 
catching through the gold still between them; it was a little cold still, the liquidy 
surface of it, but the black stockings on her legs as they wrapped around her own 
shivered warm, and so did Schuldich's moan when the when the pressure of her 
own weight rolling slowly against her companion's crept into her own loins, and 
stirred her.  

***

Yukako ground against her, rubbing her naked mound against the 
redhead's. It gave her no relief, of course, but served to tantalize her even more. 
Her juices crept steadily down the folds of her sex, dampening her tingling clit. 

"Keeping score?" she whispered. "I didn't think you were the type." Yukako 
laughed softly, and slipped the hand perched upon Schuldich's ass under her skirt. 
Brazenly, she pushed the snug hem upwards, baring the top of her thigh to her 
caresses. 

"But I'm willing to play along, gorgeous," she added. Yukako moved in to kiss 
her again, shutting off any reply she might have made. And then she let her go, 
just long enough to pivot her around in her arms. With a jerk, she pulled 
Schuldich against her. Her nubile breasts quivered and gleamed in the thin 
moonlight, and Yukako's mouth watered for them. 

But that would have to wait. She had other, more pressing concerns. 

"Let's see..." Yukako murmured in Schuldich's ear, her hands 
disappearing under the redhead's skirt to stroke her inner 
thighs. "I wonder if I can't get the first mark, hm?"

***

"You want it, it's yours." Schuldich chuckled, turning her head only enough to 
catch the detective in the corner of her jade eyes- they were goldish-black in the 
light bubbling off the street, and her lips, what of them could be glimpsed, 
gleamed though they were but for what of Yukako's lipstick still clung to them.  
"'Cause you're right, I've got better things to do with you than keep score."

But her palms stiled down just then- nearly bound as she was in the other 
woman's arms, she still found space enough to smooth her skirt.  "No peeking 
though! We've gotta save something for AFTER your job, right."

Yukako chuckled as she let her mouth stray over her neck, and tips of her nails 
crept up and down the quivering muscles of her legs, swooping upwards, almost 
to the rim of her nether lips before pirouetting down again, toying as much with 
her anticipation as her skin.  The tiny scratches on her flesh grew warmer and 
warmer with each one laced into them.

"Oh, fuck."

Her companion's lips rubbed over her ear.

"It's a full-length teddy.  You're gonna have to unlace the whole damn thing if 
you..."

The sound of lace tearing and a the chill even spring nights washed over her sex 
and the liquid gathered about its edges.  Schuldich groaned and slipped her legs 
backwards, just around Yukako's, just so she would open the littlest bit, and her 
juices run into her lover's palm as it cupped her mound.

She sighed, half enraptured, and half miffed, "Either you buy me a new one, or it 
comes out of your salary.  And considering THAT one was antique lace..."

***

"Mou~u," sulked Yukako.  "To be so harsh to one who only wants your pleasure.  
Did you really expect the night's conquest to be so patient, and spare your 
clothing?"  She nibbled lightly at the curve of Schuldich's ear, palming one breast 
even as she sank her fingers into her up to the second knuckle, just wanting to 
tease.  

"You are naive, if you did.  Or you don't realize the effect you have on people?  I 
think you do.  You know and you enjoy it."  

She laughed, darting her tongue in Schuldich's ear.  "I think I'll buy you a new 
one--provided you model it for me before your boyfriend gets to see it."

Yukako dropped her other hand to Schuldich's bare groin, and wriggled her 
fingers between the folds of her sex, nestling them around Schuldich's clit.  
Slowly, she began to rub her there, thrusting her digits into her with every 
upwards stroke.  Schuldich arched against her, head back on her shoulder, eyes 
half-closed.  Yukako turned her head enough to capture the redhead's in a kiss.  

"Oh," she breathed, "if only I had my video camera right now."  

***

Schuldich, at those words, went as stiff as ice in the other woman's arms even as 
her nether lips melted still under her deep caresses.  When Yukako canted her a 
sad and curious gaze, she only smirked, and wiggled her left arm just out of her 
grasp, plunging it into one of the pockets of her trench coat.  A few faint clanks 
later, she came up with an absolutely elfin camera- silver, and no larger than a 
credit card.

"Will a still do?" Yukako's answer came as one more searing and drippy kiss that 
left her new employer's lips and tongue smeared all over with had remained of her 
lipstick.  The camera read the warmth of the distant streetlight and flashed just 
enough to capture the glitter there; the sheen of their saliva sliding between them 
as they parted.

For her little troubles, Schuldich felt two of her companion's lips fingers reach 
inside her for a moment, fumbling with the sensitive skin at the throat of her 
vagina before retreating once again to nurse at her stingy, quivering clit.  

"This roll," she sighed in between strokes.  "It's all yours.  'Cause you're r-r-right." 
Outside or not, just leaving the flash of another cascade of headlights or not, she 
moaned, but only loud enough to spangle the air in the alley with her delight.  "I 
do know what I do to people.  You won't last as long as I need you without these."

A wink, and she snapped away: her bobbing, naked breasts; their arms entwined, 
and the rims of her stockings around her things.  Her own hand followed the line 
of Yukako's, holding their a moment before tugging  it away for an instant and 
committing her naked waist and mound to emulsion.  

"But you'll still have to wait."

Saying so, the redhead crouched in her arms, just enough to get the lens she held 
between her legs.  She took one of her oozy slit, empty as could be; and then a 
second which later proved to bear a hint of her rosebud.  Then three or four of the 
detective's fingers piercing her, rubbing her inside and out for her finger stuttered 
on the shutter button for an instant.  She wept so hard underneath when she 
climaxed that her juices leaked uselessly onto the pavement, and her sex seized 
without her consent the hand still pushed inside it.   

***

"My, my...that was hard and fast," Yukako breathed.  "I'm rather 
flattered."  Slowly she withdrew her hand, and lap-by-lap, proceeded to lick it 
clean of Schuldich's juices.  "Although...next time, maybe we can draw it out.  
Maybe...I'll fuck you like your boyfriend does."  She bobbed a glistening index 
finger into her mouth; it popped wetly when she jerked it from her lips.  "I'd like 
to see how you act with a cock inside you--even if it's latex and not flesh."  

Her hands once more found Schuldich's breasts, and she tenderly 
pinched her nipples to attention, laving her touch on her there and no where 
else...though one leg stretched between the redhead's keeping her from bringing 
her own together.  Lightly, Yukako rubbed her groin against the redhead's ass.  

"Does he take you there?  Or does he like your pussy better?  Does he take the 
time to satisfy you?" she whispered.  "Oh, but of course he does...else you 
wouldn't be with him, right?"  

She gently traced over Schuldich's lips with her thumb, then leaned in to kiss her 
deeply.  "And yet, you're here, on the prowl, in the arms of a woman who's aching 
for you to play with her."  Yukako bent lower and lapped at her exposed 
collarbone, before biting her on the neck.  

"Anything you want to do, Schuldich.  I'm game."    

***

She grinned at this, and fumbling the new wound on the curve of her throat, 
shrugged off Yukako's arms. "You know, you almost sound like you're jealous.  
How come? You have everything he does, tonight and sometime soon." 

Saying so, Schuldich gave an airy, incidental shrug.  "You've dripped all over 
your stockings.  You bad girl, you've had more than your share of men."

At which the redhead laughed, slinking back at last to the arms of her lover.  She 
brushed them over with her finger tips, but now it was her own which encircled 
the detective.  

"And women."

This time, when she felt about Yukako's breasts, it wasn't through the veil of gold, 
but just the lace beneath, for she lifted the utter part of her dress so she might rub 
her cheeks 
to the silk of her there:  kiss her, and leave one uncomfortably rough nibble.  

"I guess it's just some weird aesthetician thing I don't get.  Turn around."

The detective did, and the film of her gown didn't have time to tumble back down 
around her back before she had pressed her chest to the wall.  She sank then, just 
as low as opening her legs would let her.  Her lower lips crept open as she moved, 
the film her wetness made parting with them and slipping down close to her clit. 

Schuldich smacked her lips, while she rooted in the pockets of her trench once 
more.  It took her a moment more than the camera to find, and then one more to 
tear the wrapper off with her teeth.  Upper part of the plastic applicator and all, 
she plunged the tampon into Yukako's ass, only to snicker and end up leaning 
against her back, her lips to the edge of her neck, just where she herself had begun 
to bruise.

"You did say 'anything'."

***

"That's certainly original," Yukako whispered, rubbing against 
Schuldich.  "I never considered tampons as a sex toy.  My bad."  She canted the 
redhead a look over her shoulder.  "Are you going to punish me too?"  

That got her a tiny rip in the left shoulder of her dress and a love bite upon the 
lightly muscled flesh that had lain hidden beneath it.  Yukako winced, and 
Schuldich laughed airily, tickling her neck with her breath.  Her hands molded 
themselves around her ample breasts, cradling them.  

"Is this what it's like?  Having him in you?" she asked, pressing 
forward against Schuldich's hands.  "Does he like to hold you against the wall and 
raise your skirt about your hips, laying your pretty ass bare for anyone to see?"  
With the tiniest of shivering breaths, Yukako wriggled against her once more, 
laughing quietly.  

"Jealous?" she asked softly.  "Maybe a little.  The images of you 
being stretched out, or up against some wall, all glazed and panting with pleasure 
while he has his way with you...Damn!  Is it any wonder I'm aching and wet?"  

***

The palms about Yukako's chest sank down into her skin, growing tighter and 
tighter until she squeaked softly in pain, though twinging ache of closeness left 
her though just an instant before her faint cry.  Only tender fingertips tracing the 
buds of her nipples remained, the sense of weight tangled with them, but not 
resting on her body.  

"No, not at all," Schuldich snickered. "But I might still have to punish you for 
thinking about someone besides me, jealousy or not.  Very bad indeed, I'd say!"

One more wet kiss to the tear in her golden dress, and the red-haired woman bared 
her detective's left breast to the wall- a few laps she dealt her own knuckles as her 
glove came off in her teeth, and just close enough for the slipping if her lips 
against each other to disturb a few wisps of Yukako's floss.

"But I guess, that's what you get either way- bothering me all over again with 
those luscious little mewls.  Makes me want to do... even more bad things to you."

Her velveteen-warmed digits crept up the sheath of black the crossed her 
companion's thighs, tripping like a spider into the folds of her sex which so easily 
gave way.  Schuldich pressed her thumb to the knot at the end of the tail which 
dangled from her ass and let two of her fingers circle the rim of her vagina, 
parting and rubbing and skimming the juices from it before finally seeping into 
her.

"Say my name and I'll put my other hand on your clit."   

***

"Schuldich," Yukako called breathlessly, wriggling a bit so she 
rubbed against the hand that cradled her, her nipples whispering over the rough 
wall. "Schuldich, Schuldich..."

The redhead's fingers sawed gently back and forth inside her, slick with her 
juices. But still she wouldn't give her what she wanted, the very core of her 
throbbing in time with her heartbeat, it seemed. 

"I won't mention him again," she pleaded. "Won't think of him. Just you. Only 
you...Schuldich." 

***

"Then I'll touch you, and you only..." the red-haired roman breathed, and her hand 
seeped down at least.  "Yukako..." Some accent unfamiliar tingled there, but 
nothing substantial enough to be called properly more than some glint of desire.  

With all of her fingers she swept her empty hand into her companion's swollen 
bud, and began to stroke her there.  One cloudy-soft glove still covered her hand 
there, and wore not all the warmth of her body- left her ministrations with a cool, 
deep pressure, and not simply the feel of her own skin.   
Though there were flickers of cold metal now and then.  Her bracelets, both of 
them, skittered now and then over the trembling nether lips she had invaded, and 
Schuldich, knowing full well what effect her jewelry alone was having, pressed 
her entire self up against her back, and let her trench fall down around the other 
woman's shoulder like wings.  "Come for me," this she sighed against Yukako's 
throat.  "Not just once.  Make 
me feel it too when you get off."

***  

Yukako gripped Schuldich's thighs to steady herself as she rubbed her cunt over 
the redhead's metal-clad wrist, occasionally meeting the hard ridge of bone 
through the glove.  She arched like a wanton, unmindful of her moaning, not 
caring if anyone could hear her.  She secretly hoped someone would, and would 
come to see and stay to watch her be fucked.  

Her head fell back on Schuldich's shoulder, and her hair snagged on the rough 
brick.  She felt it snap and pull as she moved, her hips straining back and forth 
relentlessly.  In her head, she saw a crowd gathering to view them, groping each 
other in inspiration as they played.  Schuldich sank her teeth into the side of 
Yukako's neck, and her gloved fingers plunged deep inside her.  It was all she 
needed.   
Yukako cried out loud as her orgasm rocked her, and she pressed her shuddering 
body against Schuldich's, grabbing her wrist and holding it stationary as she 
frantically rubbed herself against it.  

It hit her again, and the brunette sagged in Schuldich's arms at 
last, her breath sobbing from her cracked lips just as freely as her juices had upon 
the redhead's glistening hand.  

***

Schuldich took stock of her shimmering glove then, holding it up for her 
companion to see, and to nibble herself, for she did, drinking up her own cum just 
the way a bird eats from its master hand.

"Mmm..." she said to her then, lips clasped about her ear just a moment before.  
"You ARE more than just fun, aren't you? I mean, I know you must be in it for 
more than..." rather than say anything, she swept her bare hand over the still tight 
skin of her clit once more.  Climaxes or not, she still shuddered.  "But you even 
enjoy getting me off too."

She didn't have to say she liked it- her gentle laving of the few marks she had left 
strewn across Yukako's neck served her better than words.  For several long, 
panting moments she dusted her with kisses, fumbled her cheeks, rubbed her chest 
against her shoulder blades...

Schuldich's nipples were still stiff.

"...mm, don't act so surprised.  You got me all warmed up again too.  So how 
'bout it? One more? Something that'll be good for both of us?"

Yukako didn't even have a chance to nod before the other woman had whirled her 
around and yanked up the gilded ripples of her skirt.  Her own waist hidden under 
them, the redhead did the same to her own, but only when she seemed certain the 
other woman would not see.

"That, and I want to see your face this time.  Have something to remember your 
darling, little moans by."

Sight or not, Schuldich swept into her then, the rim of her sex and the little thatch 
of silk there bumping up against Yukako's completely naked skin.  Her wetness 
and the traces of her companion's delights smoothed out between them here it 
blotted form their entwined lips now.  The detective's back thumped against the 
brick once more and the little, rolling thrust began.

***

"Devil..."

Clinging to Schuldich, Yukako let out a sound like a choked sob, and sagged 
against the scratchy brick.  She could feel her dress catch and pull as the redhead 
rubbed her cunt on hers, but she didn't fight it--only drove in time to her thrusts.  
Her nether lips opened with the friction, and their clits met at last, nuzzling kisses 
upon each other as their bodies moved and arched.  

It didn't take long at all for her face to contort once more in 
pleasure, her eyes closed and lips softly parted.  Yukako tipped her head back, 
and inched her legs apart as far as she could without compromising her balance, 
and held very still as Schuldich worked her to her next orgasm.  

"I might...not want to...let you go, when our business is...concluded."  

***

The redhead chose not to answer.  Even without her breath, her thrusts grew 
quick, and deep, almost vicious against Yukako's parted mound.  She felt her cry 
out under her, into her, her nails pricking even against her sweater, but she hurt 
too, and over and over again until the dull ache tore itself open into quiet, 
shuddering rapture. 

Schuldich jerked away from the detective's mouth then, gasping even though her 
lower lip had begun to bleed a little through the teethmarks there.  When she tried 
to catch herself, she stumbled all the more.  In a wave of powder blue trench, she 
toppled to the alley's bottom, landing with her skirt flipped up almost to the edges 
of her naked breasts.  Yukako tried to steal a glance at her so open as the fall had 
left her, but with a wicked little giggle, she clapped her thighs together, leaving 
only a trace of clear liquid to be guessed as it trickled down her skin.

"Mmm, good try, but not yet.  What did I take all those pictures for if you get to 
see it now, hmm?" Then cocking her head a little to the side (for she lounged now 
almost as if strewn on someone's bed) "That's quite a run you've got in your 
stocking there."

***

Yukako extended her leg, and bent a little for a better look at the tear.  It ran along 
the inside of her thigh to the very top of the stocking.  She ran a finger up its 
tattered length with a soft moan of dismay.  

"Happens more than you realize, Schuldich-san. Frankly, I blame club owners for 
not having plenty of couches strewn about in dark corners for their patrons use.  
Then, we wouldn't have to retire to rough walls and sidewalks for our fun."  She 
canted her a smile.  "Well...not always."  

She removed her shoes, and Yukako, keeping her leg presented for 
Schuldich's view, plucked up her skirt on that side, and made a show of 
unfastening her ruined stocking from her garter's strap.  Slowly, she slid it down 
her leg, and eased it off her foot; removed the other one in the same teasing way, 
and drew them across her open palm.  

"Whatever will I do with these?" she asked, dangling the silken ends over 
Schuldich's thighs.  "So many possibilities!  It's hard to choose."  

"I am," she added with a smirk, "open to suggestions."  

***

"Think I need something else to remember you by, hmm?" Schuldich chuckled in 
response, and before her companion had a moment to do anything about it, she 
had tossed herself onto her knees and snatched after the two black birds of 
Yukako's stockings.  With them clenched and ruined in her hands then, she lifted 
the fine lace to her nose, and drew a deep breath.

"Oh, that's not bad now.  Not bad at all.  Of course, since you already owe me a 
teddy, I'll owe you stockings then.  You can expect them tomorrow with your 
job."

The dark trickle of lace still running from her pocket where she had stuffed them, 
the red-haired woman got at last to her feet, and wobbled there a moment before 
slinging herself over her detective's shoulder as she whispered into her ear.  "You 
will wake up tomorrow and find a box on your doorstep.  It won't have a name on 
it, but trust me, it's for you.  Inside will be those pretty pictures I took for you 
earlier, a new pair of these," at which she flicked the toe of her stolen trinkets 
against their former owner.  "And a name on a little white card.  You'll have 
eighty hours to tell me which way he swings, and then just write that on the back 
of the card and leave it under your doormat.  Sound good?"

But before she had any intention of hearing an answer, Schuldich had risen and 
pressed her still-smarting lips to Yukako's.

***

Yukako kissed her back with considerable passion, catching her and holding her 
near when their lips parted. "Sounds excellent. I will be awaiting your gift--and 
your assignment--impatiently." 

"Not to mention our next assignation, Schuldich-san," she said 
huskily, sliding her hands under Schuldich's jacket to stroke her 
breasts. 

She left her with one more kiss, then stooped to gather her shoes in one hand. "Is 
there anything else I may do for you this evening, kaichou?"

***

The redhead, her fingers seeping through her own tousled hair now, looked up 
with a grin cast around the loop of her bracelet where he had it in her teeth to test 
the catch.

"Sure, but it's optional. I'll pay you over time for it if you're not too scared."

She knew well enough her little detective could not be further from such 
emotions, and so all seriousness left her with the request- she laughed through it 
like a bawdy joke.

"Hike your skirt up so it just barely covers that pussy of yours and walk home like 
that."  

***

"Some challenge," parried Yukako with an arch smile. "You act like I've never 
done that before." 

Winking, she hitched her skirt upwards over her waist, and tucked the excess 
fabric into the band under her breasts to hold it in place. One could just see the 
uppermost swell of her inner thighs, but no further. Any stray breezes, however, 
and everyone on the street would be treated to the sight of her tender mound. 

"You can pay me the next time we meet," she purred, and with one last kiss of 
Schuldich's mouth, Yukako pivoted away from her, and strutted off towards the 
street. 

"Bai, bai, kaichou."

*****