Language: yes, I use the “F” word

Sex: Of course there is sex, the hot and nasty kind. Depictions of consenting adults participating in same sex unions and possibly light BDSM scenarios, so if you are vanilla, be warned that this is dark chocolate, both bitter and sweet.

Violence: some and shit gets blown up too!

Torrid hummed into the motel parking lot with her bike in neutral, rolling to a stop in front of the office. She loved staying at this little roadside retro hole in the wall whenever she rode to Austin.

The Last Chance motel was a local landmark. She threw the kickstand on her bike and dismounted, stretching her legs as she did so. She stretched her arms up and yawned. The drive in had been awesome, but she was tired after three hours on the road. She just wanted to check in and grab a cold beer from the ice house next door, then crash on the bed til morning.

She walked in and rang the bell for the manager. No one there.
What’s this? She asked herself, when she saw the sign taped to the counter.

It read: Sign register. Take room key. Pay me tomorrow. -Management.

Torrid smiled, grabbed a room key and signed her name in the registry next to the room number column. She went out and grabbed her duffle and headed over to her room.

Torrid opened the door to her room with a bit of a struggle; the place was older than god, the doors stuck a little. Turning to close the door she was stuck by the sight of two women talking in the doorway of a room across the parking lot. One of the women had pink hair.

“What the fuck?” Torrid said, “Nah....it couldn’t be. The universe doesn’t hate me that much!” She chuckled and closed the door behind her.

She threw her bag into the chair and dove onto the bed landing face down. She grabbed a pillow and hugged it close, and let out a long slow breath. She closed her eyes, and the room around her faded into clouds.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Drelica asked her sister, “I thought you never wanted to see or hear from me again?”
She was irritated at her sister pulling her stalker tactics and following her.

“Dre, please listen to me,” Monica pleaded, “ I need to talk to someone, and I have no one left in my life. I fucked up...bad.”

Drelica folded her arms over her chest, “So what else is new?”

“You always were a bitch, Sis,” Monica shot back.

“And you were always an asshole,” Drelica replied. “I know what you have been up to. I heard all about it.” She stated.

“Oh, you talked to Torrid, I see.” Monica sneered, “I am sure she told you what a cunt I am.”

“Actually, “ Drelica corrected; “it was me who told her what a cunt you are.”

“Well, You would know, Dre.” Monica shrugged, “I can’t argue with that.” She said, apathetic.

“You had a good thing going there, Monica,” Drelica said, “What the fuck happened?”

“I am not gay, Dre,” she said shrugging, “You know that.”

Drelica nodded. She knew that all too well. Her sister loved men, that’s for sure, unless she was tired of them, then she usually found a girl to fill the void. That’s why she had been surprised to hear that her sister was involved with Torrid. Monica loved to play games and pose as her sister to fuck with people. Once in a while it was fun at parties, but Monica crossed the line and the results were damaging.

“So why the hell even go there?”

“I had just broken it off with Tommy--she was hot, she was different, she had money. One thing led to another you know how it is, Dre.” Monica shrugged, emotionless.

Yeah, Mon,” Drelica said sadly, “I know it all too well.

“What’s your interest in Torrid?” Monica asked suspiciously.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Drelica shot back, defensively. She was really annoyed at her sister.

Monica had fucked Torrid over, she had fucked over everyone in her life, and Drelica felt she had no leg to stand on, and had no right to come here and question her on her personal business.

“Monica--why are you here?”

Torrid woke up from her unintentional nap with a lazy stretch. She looked at her watch and decided it was too early to eat dinner, but not too early for an ice-cold beer at the icehouse next door.

Torrid had an affinity for cold beer and salted in the shell peanuts. She thought it might be a good idea to grab a shower to wash the road fatigue off before she went out, in case she wanted to go on to dinner from the ice house. She was on R&R time now, no work, no stress, and no worries for the whole weekend. She smiled to herself thinking it had been too long since she took a ride and hid away from the world.

The only thing she wanted now, was a warm body in her bed. But not just any warm body. She had had enough of the fuck of the day action, and she had enough of the wrong kind of girlfriend bullshit too. She wanted a woman who was worthy of her time, her talent and her feelings. She sighed, thinking again of Dr. Drelica Truman. What was it about her that was so hard to forget? She had been on Torrid’s mind ever since the day she saw her in the park all those months ago. Drelica’s call stuck in Torrid’s head too.
I guess I could just call her, Torrid thought, maybe after I have a few drinks

Torrid put on a clean pair of jeans, a clean white t-shirt, and her boots and grabbed her keys and money clip. She stepped out into the Austin sunset admiring the color of the sky. Squinting as she fished out her shades from the utility pouch on her bike, she looked over where she saw the two women standing in the door of the room across the parking lot; it was quiet now, and there was no sign of the women. Strange coincidence, Torrid thought, as she turned away and headed toward the icehouse.

Inside it was quiet, and cool. Torrid picked a table in the far corner and motioned for the barmaid to set her up with a bucket of cold brews. She put some dollars in the jukebox and picked all of her favorite rolling stones, Melissa Etheridge and Ani Difranco tunes. She always loved this icehouse, and came here whenever she rode this way. She missed her weekend rides, and realized that since she expanded the shop and hired Drew, she hadn’t been on a ride. She didn’t realize how much she had missed it.
Drew, she growled. What a mistake he had been. She couldn’t really blame Drew completely, but she sure as hell wasn’t about to forgive him and fully intended to kick the living shit out of him if she ever saw him again. So far, he had been smart enough to take her promise to do so seriously. Drew knew Torrid’s skills in fighting, self-defense, blades and firearms. She was super dyke, Modern Amazon, a living bad ass.

“Long time no see there, Blue eyes, “ the barkeep said as she sat down a galvanized bucket of beers that had been packed with ice. She smiled a sexy smile at Torrid, who smiled back and winked.

“I been a little busy, Bev,” she said with a sigh, opening a beer. “But I am taking some ‘me’ time now.”

Well enjoy the beer, and the peanuts, and if you want anything else--and I do mean anything, “ she winked, “I’ll be over there, behind the bar.”

“I’ll do that.” Torrid flirted back.

Drelica slammed the door and leaned against it, she was so mad she was shaking. She threw her fists in the air, “That bitch!” She hissed.

The surprise visit from her twin Sister Monica turned into a heated argument. Drelica was torn between love and pity for her sister, and abject hatred. It was possible to love someone and hate the things they do, but she realized now she did not like her sister at all.

Monica had posed as Drelica once again via phone to track her down here in Austin. It was obvious she had learned nothing from the previous rift that separated them for five years. Drelica shook with anger recalling the humiliation she suffered because of her sister’s pranks. She didn’t want to think about it anymore, she just wanted to scream...or get drunk!

She threw on her jeans, a button up navy cargo shirt and a pair of leather loafers. She braided her hair in one long braid and grabbed her room key and her credit card. She picked up her cell and called Mark.

“Mark, its Dr. Truman,” she said calmly, “Fine thanks, but I am taking the rest of the evening off--I need a drink.”

“Everything ok, Doc?” He asked concerned.

“Uh...yeah...” she answered uncertain, “Just some personal drama. I am going out for a drink. I’ll call you in the morning, and see how the kids are, ok?”

“Sure thing Doc, “ Mark said, “And I am sure it’ll be better tomorrow Doc--I mean, the dig is going great!”

“Yes,” she smiled. “There is that.”

She sighed and threw her cell phone onto the bed. She didn’t want to be bothered the rest of the night. She was going to the icehouse and she was going to get shit faced. Drelica stepped out shutting the door behind her, never noticing that she left her key on the bed next to her phone.

Torrid was working on her third beer by the time her songs had played through on the Jukebox. She got up to make some new selections, and motioned to Bev behind the bar to send over another bucket of suds.

She realized she was out of change and went up to the bar to get some quarters, when she overheard familiar voice near the bar,

“You’re kidding me!” Drelica said to the barkeep.

“No ma’am, sorry, we don’t take plastic. Cash only” Bev said apologetically.

“Well crap, I can’t even get drunk!” Drelica huffed.

A hand reached over Drelica’s shoulder and placed an ice cold Dos Equis on the bar in front of her. Drelica turned her body into the stranger to see her face and wound up nose to nose with Torrid Duncan.

“Wha--? Where‘d you come from??” She gasped with surprise.

“I think I owe you a beer, Dr. Truman.” Torrid smiled. Drelica stared at her for a long moment. Torrid was so beautiful when she smiled. Her dark skin contrasted against her crystal blue eyes and her pearly whites, she was breathtaking. Goddamn, Monica is stupid! She thought to herself, but I sure as hell am not!

Torrid cocked her head to the side when Drelica remained silent. She raised her eyebrow and spoke, “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” She smirked.

“I was about to ask you the same thing, but something tells me you’re not very nice,” Drelica smirked, then added, ”I need to get drunk!”

“Oh that‘s easily taken care of, Doc.” Torrid said, “Bev, hook her up with whatever she wants. And make it two. I think I will be joining her.” Torrid turned back to Drelica and grinned. “So why do you need to get drunk?”

“You have to ask?” Drelica said, popping a shelled peanut into her mouth. “My sister--” she started, then stopped.

Torrid put up her hand to shush Drelica, “Please--I’m drinking!” She chuckled. Drelica smirked.

Monica waited outside Drelica’s room for about ten minutes before she realized her sister wasn’t there. Crap. Where the hell did she go? She paced back and forth and looked around the parking lot for any sign of Drelica’s Jeep. No luck.

“What the fuck?” Monica exclaimed as she spotted a familiar looking Honda Shadow in the parking lot. “No way! It couldn’t be!”

Meanwhile back at the icehouse, Drelica and Torrid are working on tequila shots.

“Okay, so what are you doing here?” Drelica asks Torrid as she wipes the pile of salt off the table she has been making over the last hour.

“Just getting away from it all.” Torrid said, plopping an empty shot glass upside down on the table. “I needed to get away from work for a while. You know, Drew--” her voice caught, then after a pause she continued, “I just needed a break. I love Austin.”

Drelica nodded. “Coincidence that you’re here then?” She asked as she tried to keep her head from spinning off her neck from the mondo buzz that just hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” Torrid was curious.

“Er...well...My sister showed up at my room.” She replied soberly.

Torrid spewed her beer.

“Monica?” So it was her! Torrid thought. Torrid furrowed her brow.

“’Fraid so.”

“Well she isn’t here with me if that’s what you’re thinking. I want nothing to do with her!” Torrid said sternly.

“I don't blame you, Torrid--and honestly, neither do I. We argued, she left,  and I came her to get shit-faced.” Drelica shrugged.

Torrid chuckled, “You’re doing a great job of it too!”

“Oh please, I am not even drunk yet!” Drelica protested.

Torrid laughed. Drelica was pretty drunk; she was in the denial stage of being drunk, and Torrid smiled to herself knowing that horny drunk was just around the corner.

“Well then, I need to get you a few more shots--” she purred in her sexy voice, “So I can have a shot myself.” She winked.

Oh you had that the day I saw you in the park, Torrid, Drelica thought to herself.

“You’re too funny, you know that?” Drelica teased.

Torrid smiled, and looked at Drelica with her bedroom eyes. Blue pools of lust and wonder. She parted her lips to speak, and Drelica felt her stomach flip and her loins throb. Whoa! She scolded herself; you’re rounding the bend to drunk and horny, Dre! Easy girl!

“I think it’s cute that you think I am teasing you, Drelica.” Torrid said, sipping her beer. “But the truth is, if I could get you in my bed, I would!”

Drelica’s mouth suddenly went dry, and she opened her mouth to speak, but found her voice had failed her. Torrid leaned in to hear her more closely over the slight roar of the bar, now filled up with Friday night regulars. Eyes met, and Torrid leaned in closer still, a breath away from Drelica, lips close to hers.

Drelica felt Torrid’s hand on her hair, gently pulling her into a kiss. A soft questioning kiss; it was so sweet, Drelica was taken aback by the fact that this came from Torrid. She opened herself up to it, accepting the invitation, and offering a kiss of her own. A kiss that ignited a fire within them both. Torrid pressed her mouth onto Drelica’s probing hungrily and groping her softly, never stopping the exploration of her hands. Drelica’s hands played with Torrid’s hair, twisting the raven locks around and around her fingers. They were lost in this moment, the world around them remained impossibly still; the heat rising from them was that of a supernova. Drelica felt her center throbbing and her own wetness soaking her jeans, and she froze. She pulled away suddenly, gripping the table as she tried to rise.

Torrid stood up quickly too, grabbing her arm to steady her.

“What the fuck? You okay?” Torrid asked.

“I’m sorry, Torrid-- I can’t do this!” Drelica said, breathless. “Torrid, You’re really hot, but--”

“Forget it.” Torrid said, coldly. “Let me get you back to your room.”

“You don’t have to, Torrid.” Drelica protested, but her legs disobeyed her and she fell forward into Torrid’s arms.

“Yeah, I do. You can hardly stand.” Torrid steadied her.

Torrid walked Drelica over to the motel parking lot and up to her room. Drelica leaned against the door and began to search her pockets for her room key. She raised her eyebrows and her jaw dropped as she realized she left it on the bed with her cell phone.

“Oh shit,” she said, “My key is in my room.”

“Great. Now what?” Torrid said, disgusted. “Fred’s not here tonight.”

“Crap!” Drelica said, as she started to slide down the door. Torrid caught her and picked her up slinging her over her shoulder.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?” Drelica shouted.

“Shut up, “ Torrid said popping her on the ass. “You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”

Drelica tried to protest, but Torrid carried her across to her room; somehow managed to dig out her key, kick the door the sticks to itself open and flounce her down on the bed. Drelica landed with a squeal, and Torrid slammed the door with a boot from her foot.

Torrid stepped toward Drelica, and leaned down over her to start undressing her for bed.

Drelica slapped her hands, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Torrid leaned in and grabbed Drelica’s wrists; she pulled her arms up over her head. She moved in close to Drelica, placing her lips to Drelica’s ear and speaking in a sultry timbre.

“Drelica--” Torrid said, “I want you to undress for me.”

A soft moan escaped Drelica’s lips, and a single tear ran down her cheek. Torrid caught it with the index finger of her free hand. She tasted it.

“You’re so beautiful--” Torrid whispered, wiping away the streak the tear left on Drelica’s cheek. “I just want to see you.”

Drelica began to tremble. Torrid released her wrists and moved on top of her. She claimed her mouth hard and fast, forcing her tongue into Drelica’s mouth. Drelica fought for a second, but then, surrendered to Torrid’s dark passion. She felt her arms wrapping themselves around Torrid pulling her closer onto her. Torrid let her explore, let her hands roam and pull on her body, let her grow familiar with her as she kissed her, and devoured her mouth.

At some point, and neither Torrid nor Drelica could be sure when, Drelica begun to kiss Torrid back. And Torrid, lost in her own desire, and passion, found herself surrendering to Drelica’s kiss. Never before in her life, had she been submissive to a woman, and allowed herself to be taken, even by a kiss. Torrid was lost in this newfound sensation, and uncertain as to what to do next. Torrid broke the kiss and looked down at Drelica, she looked deep into those period pools and became lost. Drelica’s eyes were heavy lidded with lust and desire, but they were as green fire. Jade, Torrid thought, pools of jade.
“I don‘t know---” Torrid started.

“Torrid?” Drelica asked, “What don‘t you know?”

Torrid turned her face away, as though she were ashamed. Drelica froze with fear, what had she done? Fuck this, she thought, and put her fingers on Torrid’s chin forcing Torrid to turn back and meet her gaze.

“What is it babe?” She asked. “What don’t you know?”

Torrid opened her mouth and spoke, barely above a whisper, “How to make love.”

Drelica’s heart caught in her throat.