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seriousficTitle: Remedial Education
Fandom: Nikita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,809
Characters/Pairings: Nikita/Amanda, Nikita/Alex
Summary: Nikita would give anything to bring Division down. So Amanda asks for everything.
You want Percy, I want to give you Percy. The only difference between us, as of now, is that you aren't willing to walk away from this deal. So you're going to do as I ask and the more you struggle, the more you fight it, the worse it will be. For Alex.
***
"You don't have to do this," Nikita said again, even though they both had their evening gowns on.
Alex found it hard to battle the wave of irritability springing up. It'd been a while now since Nikita's protectiveness had seemed sweet. Like, an hour. She'd flown solo before. Now, they were together, Nikita should've trusted they were unbeatable. Like Turner and Hooch. Instead, it was like Nikita was walking on eggshells, assuming that one jarring motion could knock a wire loose and shut Alex off.
"It's the mission, so I have to and I can." Alex fixed her boobs in the mirror, a little pleased with how disconcerted Nikita looked with the gesture. Let her realize mommy's little girl was all grown up. "If I beg, will you stop worrying?"
"If you stay home, I will." Nikita grinned, acknowledging it wouldn't happen, and that took the sting out of it.
Alex offered her arm and Nikita took it. They walked hand in hand to the limo, where Birkoff made a particularly unconvincing chauffeur. He didn't even get the door.
"What's the big deal about this one?" Alex asked inside, seeing Nikita still stiff with worry. The glass was rolled up, keeping Birkoff from overhearing. He complained about their girltalk enough as it was.
"Amanda isn't bad news enough?"
"I can handle her," Alex said confidently. She knew Amanda. The handler had a soft spot for her, even.
"This is different. If she wants to reenact the DC assignment… it's on another level."
"Big deal, still wondering about--?"
"It is mostly the same as what we're doing," Nikita said, nodding as if to convince herself. "It was supposed to be about training for honey pot infiltrations. Getting close to the target by—"
"I know how a honey pot works," Alex said gently.
"Technically, it wasn't even a mission. Amanda just went in there to get a Senate subcommittee off Division's back. We had to get photos of the chairman misbehaving. Amanda was handling the introductions, and I was the rebellious Catholic schoolgirl she'd brought along to the debutante ball. Chatter was that he liked that sort of thing."
"And he really bought that Amanda had adopted you?"
"She practically had. We spent every waking moment together, 'civilizing' me before she let Michael teach me how to hurt people. Then DC."
Nikita relaxed, resting herself down her seat. Alex put a hand over hers, wanting to keep her that way. She rubbed Nikita's forearm. "So what happened?"
"Nothing. That's just it. The Senator wasn't interested in me, but he was very interested in Amanda. She picked up on it, got him alone, and that was that. I never even had to unbuckle my training bra."
"And he bought you as a troubled teenage girl?"
Nikita smiled to herself. "Hey, yellow doesn't crack. I still get carded at the wine store sometimes."
Alex laughed and Nikita scowled playfully at her. "Hey. Get into character, Catholic schoolgirl in trouble. You're supposed to hate me, remember?"
"Not lately." Alex sighed, remembering past troubles.
They'd been so close once. Sleeping in the same bed. Touching each other. Their eyes lingering on the other until the need seemed to fill the loft, rubbing up against them, overwhelming them with the friction. Then Alex had learned what she'd learned and they'd separated and when she'd come back, Nikita was with Michael. No more need. Not for Alex.
"It wouldn't be so bad, having you for a mother. Or having your cheekbones."
"I'll bequeath them to you in my will."
***
Seeing the lit up hotel, the banner announcing the debutante ball, the circulating community of tuxedos and dresses making their way inside—it set Nikita at ease, in a funny way. No matter what happened, people would still be living their lives. Girls would still be turning into women.
For an hour, they just milled. Alex did a good job of it. To look at her was to believe she was a teenage girl without a care in the world. Nikita didn't have the same confidence in her own abilities. The longer the night wore on, the more time it took for Amanda to show, the more Nikita was convinced that something of their mission was written on her face like a scarlet letter. She went to the washroom, splashed her face with cold water, redid her make-up from scratch. It calmed her. Then she walked back out into the ballroom and everything might as well have blown sky-high.
Amanda was there. She was playing the part of a senator, wrapped up in a masculine-cut tuxedo, serenading Alex with dapper grace. She laughed at the girl's jokes, leaning into her space when she did. Alex appeared receptive, but as soon as Nikita walked in, she cast her an anxious glance.
Nikita came to them at a swift walk, immediately putting a tight, restraining hand on Amanda's wrist. "Senator Milgrom. How delightful to see you. I hope my daughter hasn't been boring." Nikita glanced at Alex, catching the quick look of relief from her. Tinged with… disappointment?
"Not at all," Amanda said, mercilessly in-character. She spoke in a butch drawl, hint of Midwestern accent. It reminded Nikita of her foster-father. Bitch. "I find her quite the conversationalist. You really must let her out of the box more often, Nicky." Amanda kissed Nikita on both cheeks in greeting. It left them burning.
"Maybe I like it in the box," Alex said.
"I'm sure. But once you've tasted some of the world's pleasures, you'll find yourself letting go of mommy's apron-strings forever."
"That's certainly how it was for me," Nikita dropped.
Amanda flashed her a look. "Nikita, you're being rude. Why don't you make introductions?"
Nikita gave a smile, just to show off how she liked being under Amanda's skin. "This is my daughter, Alex. Alex, this is Senator Amanda Milgrom, a very old friend."
"Charmed," Alex said.
"You'd better be," Amanda replied, and laughed. "Is she old enough to get us drinks?"
"I'm old enough for a lot of things," Alex purred, and shimmied her way to the open bar.
Nikita gnashed her teeth. With Alex out of danger, even minutely, she broke character. "I know you. Alex doesn't."
"I doubt that." Amanda's smile didn't give any hint which part of Nikita's statement was in question. Did she dispute Nikita's knowledge, or Alex's lack?
Amanda had always held an allure. Insecure girls wearing unflattering outfits in a cold, sterile environment… and there was Amanda, glamorous, comforting, and so very beautiful. Even now, the way she wore her tux turned a drag show into an art exhibit.
"If you want revenge for some slight, come after me. Leave her alone."
"You brought her into this, not me. You dipped her in chocolate and heated her up just right. Did you think I wouldn't want a taste?" Amanda held out her hand and accepted the drink Alex had brought back without ever looking away from Nikita. "Hello again, Alex. Nikita here tells me you're applying for early admittance at my old stomping grounds."
"Yes, sir, Stanford is an option, but I don't think I'll get it."
"Oh? And whyever not?"
Alex blushed and hid her face behind a lock of hair. Nikita watched the back and forth with queasy déjà vu. It was just what she'd said to the old man.
"My grades weren't always the best," Alex said, smiling shamefacedly.
"Well now, grades aren't everything. A good college looks for much more than that. It looks for a certain class. The kind of person who knows exactly what it takes to get what she wants."
"And what do you want, Senator?"
"Right now, I'd love to get home. It's very late and you dolls aside, this party is frightfully boring."
"That can be arranged. We'll give you a ride," Nikita volunteered. Her line and Alex's.
"Lay on, MacDuff." Amanda said, the proper quotation out-of-character. When Nikita turned, Amanda added a very characteristic slap on the rump, and Nikita was sure she heard a pip of indignation from Alex. Sweet of her.
Amanda had let them select the apartment for the evening's festivities. It was fronted by the Chinese, so there was no chance of Amanda working a double-cross. In their world, it was as close as they came to neutral ground. If Saigon found them out, they'd all be dead.
Alex was through the door first, scooping the premises, making sure Saigon didn't know about them. She covered by making a beeline for the minibar. "Can I tempt you?"
Despite everything, Nikita wondered if Alex had gotten the protectiveness from her.
"Almost certainly," Amanda told Alex, and Nikita's warm, fuzzy feeling disintegrated.
"Alex, why don't you go slip into something more comfortable?" Nikita ordered, holding out her hands for Amanda's dinner jacket. Amanda gave it to her. "To keep our guest from feeling overdressed."
Alex slipped away, still wiggling. "Save the juicy talk until I get back!"
Amanda watched the door shut on her wiggle. "Fine girl you've brought up there. Cheeky without any cheek."
"Listen to me. Whatever that fucking senator did to you, take it out on me, not her."
"This isn't about him, 'Nicky'. It's about you. And me. And what I did for you."
Nikita raised her voice. "Thank you! There? Is that what you want?"
"Wanted. What I wanted was for you to appreciate what I'd given you. This isn't about revenge. I don't care about some doughty senator pawing at me. I've had worse. I cared about you. I spared you that because you weren't ready. When you were, I wanted you to have that with someone who loved you."
"I did!" Nikita protested. "And so can Alex."
"Yes, you did. With someone who wasn't me. You owed me and you defaulted. So now you get to know what it's like for years of patience and affection to be enjoyed by someone else."
Nikita shook her head, almost frantically. "Alex and I don't have that kind of relationship."
"And whose fault is that?" Amanda pushed her drink into Nikita's hand. "I'm going to go in there and I'm going to have several ways with her. You're welcome to stay and listen in, knowing she's submitting to me absolutely willingly. Because it's for you. Because she'll be imagining it's you."
Nikita just stood there as Amanda disappeared after Alex, even knowing what was going to happen. Amanda's words had torn through her. Did Alex really see her like that? Like she had seen Amanda? Like Amanda saw her? They were all quotients of lust, love, ownership, and submission. Did it ever add up?
She wasn't Amanda. She couldn't let Alex's love be used to pay some fine, like it was an expense to be itemized, filed, and reported to the IRS. It was priceless, and Alex was beyond priceless.
She found them in the bedroom. Amanda had Alex spread-eagled on the bed, hands cuffed to the headboard. Her legs were free, though. They were spread willingly.
Alex was naked and the sight took Nikita's breath away. The combination, the sight of her perfect body and the need to protect her from Amanda, it left no doubt. She did have feelings for Alex. She would do anything for her.
Amanda sat on the side of the bed, already smoking a cigarette. She looked like a hunter who'd nabbed big game. "What's she worth to you?" Amanda asked, moving the cigarette so the ash fell on Alex's bare belly.
"Nothing. I just don't think she deserves you." Nikita stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "I was ungracious. I'm sorry. I was just so scared of not being good enough for you. You intimidated me. How could someone as perfect as you want anything to do with me? A pathetic drug addict. You saw me at my worst. How could my best ever be good enough for you?"
Amanda moved the cigarette over Alex's crotch like a pointer. "You're just telling me what I want to hear."
"Maybe. But you really want to hear it." Nikita toyed with the strap on her gown. Amanda's eyes followed it like a cat after a mouse. "And I can make you believe it. Every last word."
"Alex watches," Amanda said in a guttural voice.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I want her to know what love looks like?"
"Take off your clothes."
Nikita let her dress fall. She knew how she looked in a black bra and panties. Now Amanda did too. There was a circuit between them, Amanda biting her lip, Nikita actually enjoying being fetishized.
"Come here," Amanda ordered.
Nikita walked to Amanda. She didn't sway like she would for another target. That wasn't what Amanda wanted. She wanted Nikita's approach to be hesitant, penitent—but eager. When Nikita got to Amanda, she had a slight smile.
"Did you ever imagine this?" Amanda asked. "Presenting yourself to me?"
"Yes."
"And what happened? Did I undress you or did you do it yourself?"
"I took my things off slowly," Nikita said, looking away. Packing just the right amount of hesitance into the words. "Like I was offering myself to you."
Amanda smiled. "I taught you so well. Offer."
Nikita took off her bra first. She felt Amanda's eyes on her as well as Alex's. Amanda was predatory, hungry, while Alex was more in awe. Then Nikita took off her panties and let them see how wet she was.
It was funny. Her mind had spent so much time rationalizing this, justifying this, but her body—her body just wanted it.
Amanda finished her cigarette, letting the smoke out of her mouth in an orgasmic puff. She shuddered as the smoke molded to her face. "Well. You’ve shown me yours, Nikita. Shall I show you mine?"
She dropped her cigarette, letting it scorch the carpet. With slow, deliberate movements, she removed her cufflinks, then rolled up her sleeves. Her arms had a fine sheen of sweat on them. Then Amanda's fingers, slender and cruel, moved to her belt. She worked them over the buckle, thinking, then extended her fingers lower, to the teeth of her fly. Taking the slider between two fingertips, she unzipped.
The dildo Amanda was wearing underneath seemed to explode out, dropping down to mid-thigh. Amanda groaned, as if in relief, at its impact against her length. She stroked it, her hand running smoothly over the cool rubber, and held it up by the base.
"Knees," Amanda ordered, no longer bothering with full sentences, just clipped commands like she was talking to a dog.
Nikita lowered herself, automatically putting her hands behind her back, canting her head down in submission. As Amanda walked up to her, all she could see was the dildo. Its black veneer ate the light.
"Aren't you going to undress?" Nikita asked. It was a stupid question—she knew wearing clothes gave Amanda power, made her the customer and Nikita the goods—but the character she was playing wouldn't know that. The character would need to be educated.
Amanda sunk a hand into Nikita's silken hair and just held it there, rubbing it in her fingers, like she'd been dreaming of the feel of it long enough to mark how it felt in reality. "No," Amanda pronounced, with a hard jerk on Nikita's scalp. "We're doing this hard and fast. Just like you like it." She held the cock to Nikita's upturned face, her parted lips. "Suck."
Nikita gave Amanda a look first—scared, virginal, seeking assurance. Amanda nodded, to let her know that it was alright. But as Nikita moved her head far enough to reach the cockhead with a curling tongue, Amanda never noticed how she looked to Alex. Saw her strong and safe and with her arms straining against her handcuffs, like she'd rip straight through them and into Amanda if she could.
It's alright, Nikita told her with her eyes, closing them to drip tiny kisses over the knob of Amanda's cock.
"Good," Amanda declared, relaxing her hold on Nikita's hair a little. "I fucked Sonya before I came here. I bent her over her neat little desk and fucked her until she begged me to keep fucking her. Can you taste her? Maybe you should go deeper…"
Nikita obeyed, like she'd obeyed all Amanda's commands back then. She opened her mouth and took the dildo inside, holding her tongue against the underside of the cockhead. As Amanda trembled—so subtle that Nikita could only feel it through the strap-on—Nikita felt the phallus slapping against her tongue. She could taste Sonya on it.
"Yes," Amanda sighed, as if she really could feel Nikita's hot mouth on her shaft.
And even though it was just a length of silicone Nikita had in her mouth, she found herself wiggling her tongue around the bulbous head, teasing the collar. She was the only one who knew.
"You're doing a very good job, being a very good girl," Amanda praised, petting Nikita's hair now. "Taking that dirty cock in your mouth when you just wanted my cunt, didn't you? You wanted to lick and finger like a goddamn teenager. Do you think that would be worth Division? A little softcore action?"
Her grip closed on Nikita's head, nails digging into her scalp, and she forced more into Nikita's mouth before she was ready. Nikita gagged, felt out of breath, felt faint, but that was just her body's panic. She closed her fluttering eyes and breathed through her nose, deep and even, as Amanda kept exerting her steady pressure.
"Stop it!" Alex cried, rattling her chains, and Amanda turned and snarled "Shut the fuck up before I gag you." The dildo slipped out of Nikita's mouth and she was able to claim a deep breath before Amanda grabbed her by the throat and forced her head up.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Amanda," Nikita said by rote. The words came right out of Division. She hadn't been disciplined by Amanda often. She hadn't needed to be, after the first few times. When she'd misbehaved the first few times, Amanda had let her "blow off some steam" with sparring sessions. And she'd always left Nikita a bruised, sweaty heap, sore and wanting in some way. She'd started keeping her head down to avoid the feeling of frustration she was always left with, not the pain.
"Are you sorry?" Amanda asked.
"Yes, Ms. Amanda. I let you down. I was very naughty. But I just don't know any better. Show me how to be good, please?"
Amanda closed her eyes and moaned, working her lips between her teeth. That was it. Not the blowjob. Not the sight of Nikita with hard plastic in her mouth. She wanted to hear Nikita beg.
"Can you take my cock all the way down your throat?" Amanda asked sweetly, eyes still closed. She basked in Nikita's answer.
"If it'll please you, teacher."
"It will. Oh yes, it will."
When she opened her eyes, Nikita was smiling up at her, though with the dildo in her mouth the smile showed at her eyes, not her lips.
With Amanda watching, approving, Nikita moved her head up and down. Slowly at first, too slowly, cajoling Amanda to correct her. And she did, resting both hands on Nikita's head (gently now, like a massage) and showed her just how to bob her head and work a cock.
Nikita brought her hands out from behind her back. She touched the cool leather of Amanda's shoes, as worshipfully as if she were bowing to Mecca. And slowly, she brought her hands and fingers up, over the crisp fabric and the delectable muscles underneath, sculpted rather than exercised, designed to be on display, not to fight. A model's legs, beautiful even under trousers.
As her head rose and fell in a greater arc, taking the cock down into her throat and bringing it out all the way to the head on the up-stroke, Nikita's hands reached Amanda's thighs. She felt the wetness trickling down the inside of Amanda's legs, invisible against the dark fabric.
Nikita's lips reached the base of Amanda's strap-on in an obscene kiss, as her fingers sunk into Amanda's firm buttocks. They were well-rounded, shapely, and so smooth they slid out of Nikita's hands whenever Amanda swayed left or right with her enjoyment of Nikita's obedience. Until Nikita really dug her fingers in, holding Amanda still enough to draw a line down Amanda's perfect ass with her finger. Amanda gasped in surprised pleasure as her anus was teased just short of penetration.
Risking eye contact with a look of pure arousal, Nikita slid her mouth off the cock, leaving it shiny with saliva, and moved up into a crouch. Her breasts brushed the dangling strap-on and Nikita used it, squeezing her cleavage around the still-warm cock. Amanda took in the sight and Nikita continued, rubbing against Amanda like a cat, pressing her wet snatch against Amanda's leg to add her own juices to Amanda's laundry bill.
"Please, Ms. Amanda, teach me more." Nikita drew her lips in to share the same breath as Amanda. "I have so much to learn."
That's when Nikita fell Amanda's fingers catch her hair, wrenching her head back, then driving her back to her knees. "Whores don't kiss," Amanda informed her, and delivered a stinging slap to Nikita's cheek with the dildo.
Nikita was surprised to discover a tear brimming in her eye. She'd disappointed Amanda. What was wrong with her?
"Get on your hands and knees," Amanda ordered. She was practically vibrating with glee. "Over Alex."
"Yes…" Nikita said. She got on the bed and moved slowly over Alex, like she was approaching a skittish animal.
Amanda got behind Nikita, who lingered over Alex, afraid to be face to face with her. To see her judgment. "Have you even been fucked up the ass, little Nikita?"
"No," Nikita said, taking the last few steps to place herself over Alex.
Amanda dug both hands into Nikita's hips, massaging the flesh like a craftsman admiring their work. "Then it looks like I do get to take your virginity after all."
Finally, Nikita met Alex's eyes. She knew what she would find. Disgust. Reproach.
She didn't get a chance. Alex leaned up and kissed her on the lips, a small thing, too quick for Amanda to see. She laid back on the pillow, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Fuck her, Nikita. Fuck the bitch's brains out."
Fandom: Nikita
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,809
Characters/Pairings: Nikita/Amanda, Nikita/Alex
Summary: Nikita would give anything to bring Division down. So Amanda asks for everything.
You want Percy, I want to give you Percy. The only difference between us, as of now, is that you aren't willing to walk away from this deal. So you're going to do as I ask and the more you struggle, the more you fight it, the worse it will be. For Alex.
***
"You don't have to do this," Nikita said again, even though they both had their evening gowns on.
Alex found it hard to battle the wave of irritability springing up. It'd been a while now since Nikita's protectiveness had seemed sweet. Like, an hour. She'd flown solo before. Now, they were together, Nikita should've trusted they were unbeatable. Like Turner and Hooch. Instead, it was like Nikita was walking on eggshells, assuming that one jarring motion could knock a wire loose and shut Alex off.
"It's the mission, so I have to and I can." Alex fixed her boobs in the mirror, a little pleased with how disconcerted Nikita looked with the gesture. Let her realize mommy's little girl was all grown up. "If I beg, will you stop worrying?"
"If you stay home, I will." Nikita grinned, acknowledging it wouldn't happen, and that took the sting out of it.
Alex offered her arm and Nikita took it. They walked hand in hand to the limo, where Birkoff made a particularly unconvincing chauffeur. He didn't even get the door.
"What's the big deal about this one?" Alex asked inside, seeing Nikita still stiff with worry. The glass was rolled up, keeping Birkoff from overhearing. He complained about their girltalk enough as it was.
"Amanda isn't bad news enough?"
"I can handle her," Alex said confidently. She knew Amanda. The handler had a soft spot for her, even.
"This is different. If she wants to reenact the DC assignment… it's on another level."
"Big deal, still wondering about--?"
"It is mostly the same as what we're doing," Nikita said, nodding as if to convince herself. "It was supposed to be about training for honey pot infiltrations. Getting close to the target by—"
"I know how a honey pot works," Alex said gently.
"Technically, it wasn't even a mission. Amanda just went in there to get a Senate subcommittee off Division's back. We had to get photos of the chairman misbehaving. Amanda was handling the introductions, and I was the rebellious Catholic schoolgirl she'd brought along to the debutante ball. Chatter was that he liked that sort of thing."
"And he really bought that Amanda had adopted you?"
"She practically had. We spent every waking moment together, 'civilizing' me before she let Michael teach me how to hurt people. Then DC."
Nikita relaxed, resting herself down her seat. Alex put a hand over hers, wanting to keep her that way. She rubbed Nikita's forearm. "So what happened?"
"Nothing. That's just it. The Senator wasn't interested in me, but he was very interested in Amanda. She picked up on it, got him alone, and that was that. I never even had to unbuckle my training bra."
"And he bought you as a troubled teenage girl?"
Nikita smiled to herself. "Hey, yellow doesn't crack. I still get carded at the wine store sometimes."
Alex laughed and Nikita scowled playfully at her. "Hey. Get into character, Catholic schoolgirl in trouble. You're supposed to hate me, remember?"
"Not lately." Alex sighed, remembering past troubles.
They'd been so close once. Sleeping in the same bed. Touching each other. Their eyes lingering on the other until the need seemed to fill the loft, rubbing up against them, overwhelming them with the friction. Then Alex had learned what she'd learned and they'd separated and when she'd come back, Nikita was with Michael. No more need. Not for Alex.
"It wouldn't be so bad, having you for a mother. Or having your cheekbones."
"I'll bequeath them to you in my will."
***
Seeing the lit up hotel, the banner announcing the debutante ball, the circulating community of tuxedos and dresses making their way inside—it set Nikita at ease, in a funny way. No matter what happened, people would still be living their lives. Girls would still be turning into women.
For an hour, they just milled. Alex did a good job of it. To look at her was to believe she was a teenage girl without a care in the world. Nikita didn't have the same confidence in her own abilities. The longer the night wore on, the more time it took for Amanda to show, the more Nikita was convinced that something of their mission was written on her face like a scarlet letter. She went to the washroom, splashed her face with cold water, redid her make-up from scratch. It calmed her. Then she walked back out into the ballroom and everything might as well have blown sky-high.
Amanda was there. She was playing the part of a senator, wrapped up in a masculine-cut tuxedo, serenading Alex with dapper grace. She laughed at the girl's jokes, leaning into her space when she did. Alex appeared receptive, but as soon as Nikita walked in, she cast her an anxious glance.
Nikita came to them at a swift walk, immediately putting a tight, restraining hand on Amanda's wrist. "Senator Milgrom. How delightful to see you. I hope my daughter hasn't been boring." Nikita glanced at Alex, catching the quick look of relief from her. Tinged with… disappointment?
"Not at all," Amanda said, mercilessly in-character. She spoke in a butch drawl, hint of Midwestern accent. It reminded Nikita of her foster-father. Bitch. "I find her quite the conversationalist. You really must let her out of the box more often, Nicky." Amanda kissed Nikita on both cheeks in greeting. It left them burning.
"Maybe I like it in the box," Alex said.
"I'm sure. But once you've tasted some of the world's pleasures, you'll find yourself letting go of mommy's apron-strings forever."
"That's certainly how it was for me," Nikita dropped.
Amanda flashed her a look. "Nikita, you're being rude. Why don't you make introductions?"
Nikita gave a smile, just to show off how she liked being under Amanda's skin. "This is my daughter, Alex. Alex, this is Senator Amanda Milgrom, a very old friend."
"Charmed," Alex said.
"You'd better be," Amanda replied, and laughed. "Is she old enough to get us drinks?"
"I'm old enough for a lot of things," Alex purred, and shimmied her way to the open bar.
Nikita gnashed her teeth. With Alex out of danger, even minutely, she broke character. "I know you. Alex doesn't."
"I doubt that." Amanda's smile didn't give any hint which part of Nikita's statement was in question. Did she dispute Nikita's knowledge, or Alex's lack?
Amanda had always held an allure. Insecure girls wearing unflattering outfits in a cold, sterile environment… and there was Amanda, glamorous, comforting, and so very beautiful. Even now, the way she wore her tux turned a drag show into an art exhibit.
"If you want revenge for some slight, come after me. Leave her alone."
"You brought her into this, not me. You dipped her in chocolate and heated her up just right. Did you think I wouldn't want a taste?" Amanda held out her hand and accepted the drink Alex had brought back without ever looking away from Nikita. "Hello again, Alex. Nikita here tells me you're applying for early admittance at my old stomping grounds."
"Yes, sir, Stanford is an option, but I don't think I'll get it."
"Oh? And whyever not?"
Alex blushed and hid her face behind a lock of hair. Nikita watched the back and forth with queasy déjà vu. It was just what she'd said to the old man.
"My grades weren't always the best," Alex said, smiling shamefacedly.
"Well now, grades aren't everything. A good college looks for much more than that. It looks for a certain class. The kind of person who knows exactly what it takes to get what she wants."
"And what do you want, Senator?"
"Right now, I'd love to get home. It's very late and you dolls aside, this party is frightfully boring."
"That can be arranged. We'll give you a ride," Nikita volunteered. Her line and Alex's.
"Lay on, MacDuff." Amanda said, the proper quotation out-of-character. When Nikita turned, Amanda added a very characteristic slap on the rump, and Nikita was sure she heard a pip of indignation from Alex. Sweet of her.
Amanda had let them select the apartment for the evening's festivities. It was fronted by the Chinese, so there was no chance of Amanda working a double-cross. In their world, it was as close as they came to neutral ground. If Saigon found them out, they'd all be dead.
Alex was through the door first, scooping the premises, making sure Saigon didn't know about them. She covered by making a beeline for the minibar. "Can I tempt you?"
Despite everything, Nikita wondered if Alex had gotten the protectiveness from her.
"Almost certainly," Amanda told Alex, and Nikita's warm, fuzzy feeling disintegrated.
"Alex, why don't you go slip into something more comfortable?" Nikita ordered, holding out her hands for Amanda's dinner jacket. Amanda gave it to her. "To keep our guest from feeling overdressed."
Alex slipped away, still wiggling. "Save the juicy talk until I get back!"
Amanda watched the door shut on her wiggle. "Fine girl you've brought up there. Cheeky without any cheek."
"Listen to me. Whatever that fucking senator did to you, take it out on me, not her."
"This isn't about him, 'Nicky'. It's about you. And me. And what I did for you."
Nikita raised her voice. "Thank you! There? Is that what you want?"
"Wanted. What I wanted was for you to appreciate what I'd given you. This isn't about revenge. I don't care about some doughty senator pawing at me. I've had worse. I cared about you. I spared you that because you weren't ready. When you were, I wanted you to have that with someone who loved you."
"I did!" Nikita protested. "And so can Alex."
"Yes, you did. With someone who wasn't me. You owed me and you defaulted. So now you get to know what it's like for years of patience and affection to be enjoyed by someone else."
Nikita shook her head, almost frantically. "Alex and I don't have that kind of relationship."
"And whose fault is that?" Amanda pushed her drink into Nikita's hand. "I'm going to go in there and I'm going to have several ways with her. You're welcome to stay and listen in, knowing she's submitting to me absolutely willingly. Because it's for you. Because she'll be imagining it's you."
Nikita just stood there as Amanda disappeared after Alex, even knowing what was going to happen. Amanda's words had torn through her. Did Alex really see her like that? Like she had seen Amanda? Like Amanda saw her? They were all quotients of lust, love, ownership, and submission. Did it ever add up?
She wasn't Amanda. She couldn't let Alex's love be used to pay some fine, like it was an expense to be itemized, filed, and reported to the IRS. It was priceless, and Alex was beyond priceless.
She found them in the bedroom. Amanda had Alex spread-eagled on the bed, hands cuffed to the headboard. Her legs were free, though. They were spread willingly.
Alex was naked and the sight took Nikita's breath away. The combination, the sight of her perfect body and the need to protect her from Amanda, it left no doubt. She did have feelings for Alex. She would do anything for her.
Amanda sat on the side of the bed, already smoking a cigarette. She looked like a hunter who'd nabbed big game. "What's she worth to you?" Amanda asked, moving the cigarette so the ash fell on Alex's bare belly.
"Nothing. I just don't think she deserves you." Nikita stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "I was ungracious. I'm sorry. I was just so scared of not being good enough for you. You intimidated me. How could someone as perfect as you want anything to do with me? A pathetic drug addict. You saw me at my worst. How could my best ever be good enough for you?"
Amanda moved the cigarette over Alex's crotch like a pointer. "You're just telling me what I want to hear."
"Maybe. But you really want to hear it." Nikita toyed with the strap on her gown. Amanda's eyes followed it like a cat after a mouse. "And I can make you believe it. Every last word."
"Alex watches," Amanda said in a guttural voice.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I want her to know what love looks like?"
"Take off your clothes."
Nikita let her dress fall. She knew how she looked in a black bra and panties. Now Amanda did too. There was a circuit between them, Amanda biting her lip, Nikita actually enjoying being fetishized.
"Come here," Amanda ordered.
Nikita walked to Amanda. She didn't sway like she would for another target. That wasn't what Amanda wanted. She wanted Nikita's approach to be hesitant, penitent—but eager. When Nikita got to Amanda, she had a slight smile.
"Did you ever imagine this?" Amanda asked. "Presenting yourself to me?"
"Yes."
"And what happened? Did I undress you or did you do it yourself?"
"I took my things off slowly," Nikita said, looking away. Packing just the right amount of hesitance into the words. "Like I was offering myself to you."
Amanda smiled. "I taught you so well. Offer."
Nikita took off her bra first. She felt Amanda's eyes on her as well as Alex's. Amanda was predatory, hungry, while Alex was more in awe. Then Nikita took off her panties and let them see how wet she was.
It was funny. Her mind had spent so much time rationalizing this, justifying this, but her body—her body just wanted it.
Amanda finished her cigarette, letting the smoke out of her mouth in an orgasmic puff. She shuddered as the smoke molded to her face. "Well. You’ve shown me yours, Nikita. Shall I show you mine?"
She dropped her cigarette, letting it scorch the carpet. With slow, deliberate movements, she removed her cufflinks, then rolled up her sleeves. Her arms had a fine sheen of sweat on them. Then Amanda's fingers, slender and cruel, moved to her belt. She worked them over the buckle, thinking, then extended her fingers lower, to the teeth of her fly. Taking the slider between two fingertips, she unzipped.
The dildo Amanda was wearing underneath seemed to explode out, dropping down to mid-thigh. Amanda groaned, as if in relief, at its impact against her length. She stroked it, her hand running smoothly over the cool rubber, and held it up by the base.
"Knees," Amanda ordered, no longer bothering with full sentences, just clipped commands like she was talking to a dog.
Nikita lowered herself, automatically putting her hands behind her back, canting her head down in submission. As Amanda walked up to her, all she could see was the dildo. Its black veneer ate the light.
"Aren't you going to undress?" Nikita asked. It was a stupid question—she knew wearing clothes gave Amanda power, made her the customer and Nikita the goods—but the character she was playing wouldn't know that. The character would need to be educated.
Amanda sunk a hand into Nikita's silken hair and just held it there, rubbing it in her fingers, like she'd been dreaming of the feel of it long enough to mark how it felt in reality. "No," Amanda pronounced, with a hard jerk on Nikita's scalp. "We're doing this hard and fast. Just like you like it." She held the cock to Nikita's upturned face, her parted lips. "Suck."
Nikita gave Amanda a look first—scared, virginal, seeking assurance. Amanda nodded, to let her know that it was alright. But as Nikita moved her head far enough to reach the cockhead with a curling tongue, Amanda never noticed how she looked to Alex. Saw her strong and safe and with her arms straining against her handcuffs, like she'd rip straight through them and into Amanda if she could.
It's alright, Nikita told her with her eyes, closing them to drip tiny kisses over the knob of Amanda's cock.
"Good," Amanda declared, relaxing her hold on Nikita's hair a little. "I fucked Sonya before I came here. I bent her over her neat little desk and fucked her until she begged me to keep fucking her. Can you taste her? Maybe you should go deeper…"
Nikita obeyed, like she'd obeyed all Amanda's commands back then. She opened her mouth and took the dildo inside, holding her tongue against the underside of the cockhead. As Amanda trembled—so subtle that Nikita could only feel it through the strap-on—Nikita felt the phallus slapping against her tongue. She could taste Sonya on it.
"Yes," Amanda sighed, as if she really could feel Nikita's hot mouth on her shaft.
And even though it was just a length of silicone Nikita had in her mouth, she found herself wiggling her tongue around the bulbous head, teasing the collar. She was the only one who knew.
"You're doing a very good job, being a very good girl," Amanda praised, petting Nikita's hair now. "Taking that dirty cock in your mouth when you just wanted my cunt, didn't you? You wanted to lick and finger like a goddamn teenager. Do you think that would be worth Division? A little softcore action?"
Her grip closed on Nikita's head, nails digging into her scalp, and she forced more into Nikita's mouth before she was ready. Nikita gagged, felt out of breath, felt faint, but that was just her body's panic. She closed her fluttering eyes and breathed through her nose, deep and even, as Amanda kept exerting her steady pressure.
"Stop it!" Alex cried, rattling her chains, and Amanda turned and snarled "Shut the fuck up before I gag you." The dildo slipped out of Nikita's mouth and she was able to claim a deep breath before Amanda grabbed her by the throat and forced her head up.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Amanda," Nikita said by rote. The words came right out of Division. She hadn't been disciplined by Amanda often. She hadn't needed to be, after the first few times. When she'd misbehaved the first few times, Amanda had let her "blow off some steam" with sparring sessions. And she'd always left Nikita a bruised, sweaty heap, sore and wanting in some way. She'd started keeping her head down to avoid the feeling of frustration she was always left with, not the pain.
"Are you sorry?" Amanda asked.
"Yes, Ms. Amanda. I let you down. I was very naughty. But I just don't know any better. Show me how to be good, please?"
Amanda closed her eyes and moaned, working her lips between her teeth. That was it. Not the blowjob. Not the sight of Nikita with hard plastic in her mouth. She wanted to hear Nikita beg.
"Can you take my cock all the way down your throat?" Amanda asked sweetly, eyes still closed. She basked in Nikita's answer.
"If it'll please you, teacher."
"It will. Oh yes, it will."
When she opened her eyes, Nikita was smiling up at her, though with the dildo in her mouth the smile showed at her eyes, not her lips.
With Amanda watching, approving, Nikita moved her head up and down. Slowly at first, too slowly, cajoling Amanda to correct her. And she did, resting both hands on Nikita's head (gently now, like a massage) and showed her just how to bob her head and work a cock.
Nikita brought her hands out from behind her back. She touched the cool leather of Amanda's shoes, as worshipfully as if she were bowing to Mecca. And slowly, she brought her hands and fingers up, over the crisp fabric and the delectable muscles underneath, sculpted rather than exercised, designed to be on display, not to fight. A model's legs, beautiful even under trousers.
As her head rose and fell in a greater arc, taking the cock down into her throat and bringing it out all the way to the head on the up-stroke, Nikita's hands reached Amanda's thighs. She felt the wetness trickling down the inside of Amanda's legs, invisible against the dark fabric.
Nikita's lips reached the base of Amanda's strap-on in an obscene kiss, as her fingers sunk into Amanda's firm buttocks. They were well-rounded, shapely, and so smooth they slid out of Nikita's hands whenever Amanda swayed left or right with her enjoyment of Nikita's obedience. Until Nikita really dug her fingers in, holding Amanda still enough to draw a line down Amanda's perfect ass with her finger. Amanda gasped in surprised pleasure as her anus was teased just short of penetration.
Risking eye contact with a look of pure arousal, Nikita slid her mouth off the cock, leaving it shiny with saliva, and moved up into a crouch. Her breasts brushed the dangling strap-on and Nikita used it, squeezing her cleavage around the still-warm cock. Amanda took in the sight and Nikita continued, rubbing against Amanda like a cat, pressing her wet snatch against Amanda's leg to add her own juices to Amanda's laundry bill.
"Please, Ms. Amanda, teach me more." Nikita drew her lips in to share the same breath as Amanda. "I have so much to learn."
That's when Nikita fell Amanda's fingers catch her hair, wrenching her head back, then driving her back to her knees. "Whores don't kiss," Amanda informed her, and delivered a stinging slap to Nikita's cheek with the dildo.
Nikita was surprised to discover a tear brimming in her eye. She'd disappointed Amanda. What was wrong with her?
"Get on your hands and knees," Amanda ordered. She was practically vibrating with glee. "Over Alex."
"Yes…" Nikita said. She got on the bed and moved slowly over Alex, like she was approaching a skittish animal.
Amanda got behind Nikita, who lingered over Alex, afraid to be face to face with her. To see her judgment. "Have you even been fucked up the ass, little Nikita?"
"No," Nikita said, taking the last few steps to place herself over Alex.
Amanda dug both hands into Nikita's hips, massaging the flesh like a craftsman admiring their work. "Then it looks like I do get to take your virginity after all."
Finally, Nikita met Alex's eyes. She knew what she would find. Disgust. Reproach.
She didn't get a chance. Alex leaned up and kissed her on the lips, a small thing, too quick for Amanda to see. She laid back on the pillow, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Fuck her, Nikita. Fuck the bitch's brains out."
