The DJ Ch. 01

Sassy}"Hello all of you. Why are you kneeling cyberslut?"

cyberslut}"Can I PM, Ma'am?

angel{G}} "Leave Her alone cyberslut, She's new."

angel{G}}"Can I introduce You to my Mistress, Sassy?"

Guitargirl} "Pleased to meet Sassy."

Sassy}"I'm pleased to meet you too, Guitargirl."

Mariska explained again, walking to Hillary. "You should capitalize the you, You used when You spoke to my Mistress. Here let me show You." She said,as she walked over to Hillary's table. She took over the keyboard and flicked on a new screen.

Sassy}"Hello Mistress."

Guitargirl}"Hi baby"

Sassy}"Your not mad at me are you?"

Guitargirl}"When have I ever been mad at you?"

Sassy}" Dunno, prolly all the time, but i know You love me."

Guitargirl}"silly girl!"

Guitargirl}*kisses her softly.

Sassy}*kisses Her back

Mariska grinned and said. "See, like that, Dommes use and have capitals used on them, Doms too."

Sassy}"Thanks Mistress."

Guitargirl}"you are welcome babe."

She flicked back to the original chat room, and typed briefly.

Sassy}"dreamy, can I request Natasha Beddingfield -- The rest is still unwritten?

DJ-dreamy}" Coming up next set, Sassy."

Hillary knew she had to employ dreamy. "I see I have a lot to learn, I have only used MSN messenger on this computer, and logged into CNN for news, this is a whole new world." She said out loud.

Neither Hillary nor Mariska had noticed that the clam chowder was left cold and uneaten on the table. They listened to the music, and the seductive voice of the DJ and typed away, peering at their screens, laughing and giggling, like schoolgirls.

New customers began trickling into the restaurant, hastily Hillary muted her computer and giggled as she watched Mariska do the same. They winked at each other. Mariska walked to the newcomers and began to serve and take their orders. It had gotten dark, Hillary had been so captivated she hadn't noticed the time. She pushed the cold food and glass of wine from in front of her, gathered her computer and walked to the till. Mariska smiled, took her credit card and ran it through. Hillary added a large tip and signed the receipt.

"I'm in room 21, thank you for showing me the Internet radio and chat room, angel." She said. "If you want to show me more, drop by when you finish your shift." She invited.

"I'll end my shift early, at 7:00, when the night staff come in." She said looking at her watch. " I'll see you then." Mariska said softly.

Hillary walked to her room and flopped out on the bed, laying on her stomach, she opened her computer and switched it on, found the media player icon and clicked it on, after a short preamble her room was filled with Bette Middler's 'The rose'. The DJ captivated her audience with the occasional giggle and personal comments and her choice of music was eclectic, ranging from The Alfa dogs to ZZ Top.

A soft tap on her door brought her from her reverie, she rolled off the bed and opened the door. Mariska stood framed in the doorway, she had removed her nametag, and put on a black leather silver spiked collar. She held a small bottle of white wine in her hand.

"Come in, lets get this opened." Hillary said, pointing at the wine and inviting Mariska in.

Mariska curtsied. "Thank you Mistress Sassy." She said grinning and walking in, They both giggled. Hillary poured the wine into the glasses she found still wrapped in the bathroom, they sat on the bed and sipped in an awkward silence. As the level of the wine dropped, the stilted conversation began to flow easier. When Mariska returned after briefly leaving to 'borrow' another half bottle of Chateau de Plonk from her employer, the conversation grew more intimate. They continued using their chat names.

"Are you gay, Sassy?" Angel asked. "If you are not, its fine, I'm not trying to hit on you, or anything, but you did invite me." The girl's smile was uncertain.

Hillary hesitated; the answer she gave was finally what the Network Directors and Station Management had wished for months ago. "Um, my name is actually Hillary, I think I'm best at describing myself as, bi-curious, to be honest, labels scare me, if you only knew how much, being labeled and being thought of as a lesbian has cost me." She said. "But not tonight, tonight I am admitting I'm hitting on you, and to hell with the consequences."

"There are a few lezzies in town, I can introduce you if you like. We kind of hang out together, well not together, together." Mariska said lewdly holding up her hand with her fore and index fingers crossed. She inched closer to Hillary holding her glass for a refill.

Hillary scooted closer as well and poured the wine into each of their glasses, emptying the bottle. Tentatively Mariska put her hand on Hillary's arm, seeing no visible resistance she stroked the soft skin of Hillary's upper arm. Hillary moved in closer, Mariska got bolder and her fingers trailed over the front of Hillary's blouse.

Hillary sighed softly, as Mariska began fumbling with the buttons of her blouse, then closed Her eyes and relaxed, Her head rolled as Mariska pulled the blouse off, and her nimble fingers unclasped her bra. She sat naked from the waist up as Mariska lowered her face to Hillary's breasts and began suckling with her soft mobile lips, her other hand caressed and teased the other nipple, using her work roughened palm to tease the nipple.

Hillary arched her back as Mariska's free hand slid confidently down her side to the belt of her skirt, and with obvious practiced skill, unbuckled the belt slid the clasp off and pulled the zipper down before expertly tugging it down with her panties. Cool air caressed her supersensitive skin, she lay naked on a motel bed while a beautiful girl caressed and sucked her breasts, she didn't care, she wanted to be held caressed and made love to by this strange young girl, she wanted it more than anything in her life.

With the instinct and slow craftiness of a born tease, Mariska slowly slid her mouth wetly over Hillary's torso, down over her belly, inserting Her wet, warm inquisitive tongue into her belly button before dragging her tongue down lower and lower, over the soft curls of pubic hair to the hot junction of Hillary's thighs. Mariska began to lick, long languid strokes, until on her own she widened her knees and her hands dug into Mariska's tightly braided hair, almost forcing her face between her legs. Mariska cunningly pressed two fingers into her receptive pussy. Her breathing was beginning to come in gasps, her thighs were jerking with electrical tics, it came as a rush, the tickle in her belly exploded, and she thrust upward uncaringly against Mariska's fingers, her eyes shut closed she squealed as the most mind-blowing orgasm rolled through her receptive body like a never ending series of waves pounding onto the sea shore, each slightly less intense than the last, until her mind could no longer cope. She bucked violently, forcing Mariska's head from between her legs. Mariska's lower face was coated and shiny with the juices from her pussy. She groaned and lay back completely spent, Her heart hammering in time with the twitches still pulsing through her pussy. She was speechless. Tears rolled down her cheeks and spilled onto the bedclothes. Mariska sat, still fully clothed between her widespread legs, a soft and almost angelic expression on her face.

Mariska's voice was soft and loving. "I think you needed that, Hillary." She caressed the soft skin of Hillary's inner thighs; her short nails trailing softly and almost but not scratching the tender skin. Hillary lay legs wide and unashamed as Mariska caressed her intimately.

Mariska almost whispered. "Its okay, you sleep Hillary, I need to get home. Will I see you tomorrow?"

Hillary nodded."Oh my god,yes!" before she pleaded. "Please, stay with me tonight, I've never felt like this, it just feels so right, please stay with me." She opened her arms and held onto Mariska's wrist.

"I cant stay honey, my folks will worry if I don't come home." She said.

"So phone them." Hillary replied, pointing to the phone, beside the bed.

Mariska picked up the phone and dialed, and spoke softly into the receiver, and ended with, "Ok mom I'll be home in the morning, I love you." She blushed.

She pulled off her blouse, and folded it neatly and stood, climbing out of her skirt, which she also folded, and placed the garments on the unused bed, she slipped out of her panties and bra and snuggled in beside Hillary, belly to belly. Mariska felt Hillary's hand tentatively caress her neck and breasts. She turned and lay on Her back and widened her knees slightly, and guided Hillary's hand to her carefully trimmed, hungry pussy. She spread her knees wide and presented her thighs as she pushed Hillary's rigid fingers into her, filling her wet, warm waiting pussy. The first inept thrusts Hillary made were deep and almost brutal, Mariska whined ecstatically, this was not going to be soft and gentle, her need for Hillary was now was almost primal in its passion. Her nipples ached, as she twisted and tweaked at them unashamed and unabated as Hillary pressed her torso hard against hers, squishing their bellies, perspiration flowed and acted as lubricant, soon combining and mixing their salty sweat, making both their sinuous bodies slippery.

Almost as slippery as her well-filled cunt, she felt the twitches beginning to build in strength and regularity along her inner thighs as her lover crushed her soft skinned but hard body against hers. Still belly-to-belly she hooked her ankles over and inside Hillary's calves to anchor herself. Each thrust forced the fingers deeper and deeper inside her as she arched her back, Hillary added a third and finally the forth finger. The stiff fingers traveled inside her, jerking forward steadily only to be stopped by Hillary's thumb. She responded, pushing back with equal force in time with the deep satisfying thrusts. A fast learner, Hillary folded her thumb into the palm of her hand and finally in time with Mariska's pelvic thrusts, Hillary's small hand was swallowed; the labia spread, exposing her clit to Hillary's wrist almost as if nature intended it so, building up friction, stimulating her receptive nerve endings, lubricated with her fragrant juices and perspiration, that flowed across her belly and down from her tingling nipples. They were both oblivious to anything but their own needs. Mariska's impending orgasm and Hillary's need to give it to her. The stimuli reached overload. Hillary was flexing hand buried inside Mariska, deliciously stretching her cunt and enhancing the twitches in her thighs and tickle originating from her belly exploded, she whined and stiffened as her heart pounded in her ears, finally she let out a contented gush. The scent and the tang of their spent arousal was far more intoxication than the wine they had consumed earlier.

They lay spent, Hillary still on top, their legs intertwined Hillary's hands wandered over Mariska's body. Sleep overtook them both mid-caress.

Bright sunshine lit the room. The women were still entangled. Hillary stirred, Mariska moaned, still more than half asleep. Hillary stared at her watch, it was a while before it dawned on her that it was 10:30, she had forgotten to set the alarm. She unraveled herself and sat up, her head pounded. She gently shook Mariska. "Hey, its ten thirty!"

To be continued...