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Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Come this way. Was it bad that Miley nearly giggled at those words? She knew it was childish, but her brain kept dredging up all kinds of sexual fantasies involving the hot blonde woman before her. How could she not think something like that? Following Claire was almost fun, Miley humming the song under her breath. By now the music thudding around them had turned to something else, sounded like Born This Way or something. Miley found she really didn't care, which was kind of odd, given how much attention she usually paid to music. but it felt so awesome to be touched by this woman. Guys were always so possessive and rough, but Claire felt like she was gently coaxing Miley, and the small brunette found herself leaning against Claire, smiling in a way that definitely said smitten. For this close, Miley could feel the sexy, thin body underneath that red dress. What would it feel like to touch it? What did another woman's breasts feel like? her stomach? Her pussy? Wow, I was expecting a dump, admitted Miley, wandering in. Or, you know, several people or something. How is it this whole place if filled with girls but none of them are using the bathroom? There some secret bathroom I don't know about? OR did you arrange private time for us? She giggled, finding both ideas equally implausible and hilarious. She paused, turning to look over her shoulder at Claire. The woman looked... predatory again. Like a lioness stalking her prey. Those lips seemed to be curved, moving delicately. Maye it was the drink Miley chugged hitting her bloodstream, but she thought the blonde was definitely looking like she wanted something to eat. Like a brunette. Uh, okay, Claire, said Miley. She suddenly felt hot, and smiled, wiping her arm with her face. Yeah, definitely some sweat. The skin tight shorts felt incredibly tight too, pressing against Miley's lower half. We were going to get me cleaned up, like with some towels or something? Wherever those were.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Claire could see it in her young target's eyes. The need growing inside her. The lust. She had wanted to just tempt the wild side, just stick her head in the door, look at all the wonderful kinky things, and run back to her rich daddy to brag about how naughty she was. But Claire would take her so much further than the bath room of Club Sappho. If Miley only knew what the next twenty four hours held for her. Ohhh... that's right. The shirt. She stopped in front of Miley, her gentle hand reaching out to run over the dampness of it. She let that touch linger, moving back and forth to lightly stimulate the skin beneath. So many millions of people fawning for this body, and it was all hers. Her other hand moved to the starlet's waist, resting on it as Claire moved her face gradually down towards Miley's. Even without her heels she was several inches taller. We should definitely get that cleaned up. Before we go back out and dance... oh, I suppose I should ask first. Would you like to dance with me, Milly? The way she said the word it sounded more like 'would you like to fuck me?'. How could one possibly sound like the other? Was it Claire's tone, the way she dripped sex and temptation? Or was it the alcohol, or perhaps the drugs Miley didn't knwo were swirling through her system? Or perhaps by then it was just Cyrus' own mind playing tricks on her to make her give in to what the poison would more and more make her body scream for?
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

That touch made Miley shiver, unable to suppress it. A chill went through her body, sinking deep within, making her skin pimple. That was just from a touch a grazing of finger tips along the dampness of Miley's loose shirt. No, wait, she'd touched Miley underneath, hadn't she? Felt that soft, tender skin, the desire of millions. It could all be Claire's too, if she just... No. Miley had just come in here to brag about it. She didn't want an actual lesbian experience. That would ruin her career, destroy her image. Some badness, some naughtiness, that helped things. But something like this, a torrid affair with an older blonde sex-goddess, that destroyed affairs. Just think of the pictures! The two of them, bleary-eyed, tangled in sheets. Miley's leg would just be exposed, the tender flesh showing, bead of sweat gathering. Claire's hand would be upon Miley's bare shoulder, her hair swayed forward to shield her while she gently kissed the starlet. Kissed Miley till her head rocked back and a moan escaped her pretty pink lips. A moan like now. Blushing, Miley looked up at Claire. She was tall. Bigger than Miley. Yeah, sure. I'd love to, fuck, dance with you. How had she made that word so loaded? The moment Claire had said dance it had slid down Miley's spine. Another little shiver, this one seeming to go all the way to her sex, that treasure between her legs. It was almost like Miley's pussy recognized that it was being wanted, and was eagerly preparing for it, against its owner's wishes.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Claire grinned at the response. Oh, it was almost too easy. For the tiniest second, Claire almost considered feeling regret about what she was doing. Then she remembered that image that had started the short-lived spike in media interest in her, just from a bare back. And then thought of how she could have what no one else did, the ability to see what the camera did not. Good. I love to dance. Especially with pretty young girls like you. She moved closer still, now just inches separated their lips. Claire's blue eyes looked deep into Miley's as her hand moved up to her shoulder. Don't tell anyone else this... but I think you are the prettiest girl here tonight. When I saw you dancing I knew I had to speak to you. The other hand on Miley's waist moved down to her hips, slowly creeping around behind her to rest on her perfect little ass. I have been turning away suitor after suitor, waiting for someone who was more worthy of my attention... and then you showed up. Thank you for making this night worthwhile for me, Milly. I truly appreciate it. With those words the hand on her shoulder lifted to cup her cheek. Claire's lips were softer than any boys who may have had the blessing of kissing Miley. They did not part, did not try to push a tongue that she was not ready for into her mouth. And the taste of them was simply divine. Normally her kiss would have had the most unexpected effects on Miley, but the poison in her lipsticks could do little more to her that the one in her drink had not. Claire mused on the fact that she hadn't even needed all her tricks to get this far, even as her hand tightened on Miley's rear in a way that made the kiss definitely less than chaste.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Inches separated Miley's quivering lips from Claire's own. it made the smaller girl tremble, her eyes going wide, almost dimming with lust already. just a little more, and they would be kissing. Those soft lips would be pressed against Miley's drawing the cool from her, leaving her breathless. Hell, she was breathless now, just staring up at those cool, blue eyes. Thank you, she said, blushing. I'm glad you think I'm pretty. you're absolutely beauti-- Her voice caught, turning into a gasp. the hand lightly touched her butt, just gracing her denim clad rear. But it had electrified Miley, sending signals through her body that it was time to be ready for sex. Her nether lips moistened, her nipples tightened, and a flush drew around her face and throat. The alcohol seemed to hit at just that time too, making the room spin. Nothing made sense, nothing at all. Miley just knew that her body wanted the touch of the woman that held her,. No, not wanted, needed . Her legs were spreading, her lips parting, the reactions automatic. Thank you, she repeated through her daze. she smiled. Trembled at the touch at her cheek. Then the lips were on Miley's. The starlet groaned into the contact, her own hands spreading wide and helpless. She beat against her hips for a few moments, not believing that she was actually doing this. She was standing in a bathroom at a lesbian bar, letting an older woman kiss her. Oh, but how those lips tasted sweet. How Miley wanted more. She wanted those lips to press all over her aching body. To draw her nipples into the warm caverns of her mouth, to press against her needy sex. And the hand touched Miley's rear, pulling her closer, tugging at the girl. Miley groaned into the kiss. Her hands came up to grab at Claire, desperately holding on. clothes. Clothes were in the way. why were they in the way? Miley's hips began tracing small circles, her hips seeking out the woman, wanting the touch that would sooth the yearning between.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Oh what Claire would not give to have this on film for the archives. The sweet seduction of this precious treasure was something she would sorely miss when viewing the tapes in her old age, reliving the wondrous adventures that her attractive body and the power of the book allowed her. She would have to make certain the tapes that she did get would make up for the hole in the collection. The kiss was held as Miley fought with indecision and let the reality of her desire fully sink in. The first time was always difficult, confusing. With the prey not understanding how they could feel such things towards the predator, even when Claire did not hide that she was in fact hunting them. Unlike some in Hollywood this girl was no idiot. She was carefully calculating these little adventures to boost her career. She was clever, more than clever enough to have known what Claire wanted. But with so many mystical and mundane methods of temptation at her fingertips, what girl could resist? Not this one, that was now clear. And just as Miley began to grind her hips and hold onto her red dress it all ended. Her soft lips were pulled away, and Miley was being dragged out of the bathroom, lead by her wrist. Claire wasn't violent or rough about it, just tugging her along too fast for her mind, swimming with hormones and booze, to adjust to the pulsating lights or the thumping music. She lead Miley towards the dance floor with single-minded determination. If Miley wanted to give the world something to look at, Claire would show her one generated publicity. Of course no cameras would actually catch the display. Claire's face all over the news touching a minor would land her in jail right fast, and the incredible luck she still possessed in walking right into situations that worked to get her wonderful sex wouldn't leave her locked up in jail, providing Miley unseen and indirect protection to her public image.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Miley barely understood what was happening to her. She was supposed to be kissing this goddess, giving in to the momentary burst of lust and alcohol. But instead, she wasn't. She was being led by the hand. The music blared at them now, something about how tonight I'm fucking you. It made Miley's already spinning head worse. She couldn't understand, didn't want to understand, what was happening to her. What--what are we doing? she asked, looking around. they were on the dance floor now girls grinding against one another, throbbing and writhing to the beat of the music. Throbbing, writhing, that was what Miley wanted to do. With the woman next to her. To be taken till she was screaming with pleasure, her face contorted in wanton bliss. The sexualized daydreams would not leave Miley now, and she turned her face up at Claire. Miley's face had scrunched up in confusion as her bleary brain tried to process what was going on. Weren't we kissing? she asked. I don't know if I want to kiss in public. i mean, you're hot and all, and I'm sexy. You're sexy. But, people can see us, she pointed at the people around them, then wobbled slightly, leaning against Claire. Oh, you smell so nice, she shifted her face, burying it in the older woman's chest, taking a deep breath. I wish I smelled like that. It's... so awesome... She grabbed onto Claire, using the older woman for balance in her shaky world.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

She had hoped for this, the disorientation and uncertainty of where she was. She wanted Miley too confused to object, too out of it to resist once they started. She lead her to the center of the dance floor, where the two were given a clearing. She pulled Miley close when they were there, grinning to her. We're dancing. You said you wanted to dance with me, right? And don't worry about it, honey! You worried it'll get back to someone you know, right? This is a lesbian club, Milly, we understand some people here aren't out. What happens in here stays in here, no one will mention they even saw you tonight, so just remember to do the same for them and relax! She silenced any objections with another kiss, this one much briefer but somehow more passionate as she grabbed both of Miley's cheeks, steadying her face as they kissed. Claire was on fire. She was almost soaked through her panties, and she wanted this girl. But not yet. It was not the place for that revelation. Miley would learn later the new shape she would come to revere, one much more worthy of her attention than that cheap shimmer of a platinum record. When the kiss broke seconds after beginning, Miley was swept into a most intimate and erotic dance. Claire's body never seemed to leave hers. She twisted and moved her hips, stepping and grooving in time to the music. But it was all highly sexualized, with her hands going up and down Miley's back and sides, touching her rear as Claire's larger breasts rubbed against Miley's and stimulated her tense nipples through their clothes. To any inexperienced girl it would've been a heated moment. But with the music thumping and people watching, the drugs pumping in her system and Claire's inherent sexuality, it would be an experience almost as intense and thrilling as having sex. Simple touches, even her own skirt against her legs, came like intimate caresses to her most sensitive areas. Claire's fingertips were like shining points of pleasure which shot through her nervous system wherever they touched Miley. And the more Claire danced with her, the more what should have been simply a thrilling and arousing dance into a blinding torrent of passion.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Right, dancing. I wanted to dance with you. This is okay, said Miley. Her words were tripping over one another, as though they were in a hurry to leave her mouth. Yet she still found herself beginning to resist. To open her mouth in response. She couldn't get too sexy, not in public. If someone recognized her, even at a discreet club like this... she just couldn't, not with her... A kiss silenced it. Passionate, hard. It made Miley's eyelids flutter, her knees going weak. Now she knew that her sex was throbbing with need, enflamed by the woman's touches and kisses. That Claire moved from the kiss to the sexiest dance around was even harder on the poor little brunette. Miley tried to dance back, and did a fair job. While she wasn't aware of where her hands were going, or what her body was doing, instinct and muscle memory guided her easily along. She bobbed and writhed along with the dance. But sex had never felt this good. Miley's head swam, and she knew her pussy had gone from being warm to being on fire with need for this woman. Her panties were surely soaked through, and her hips kept jerking, as though seeking out the woman. Tiny nipples poked through the supportive cup of her underthing, jutting against the fabric of the bra. And Miley moaned and groaned. She couldn't stop letting out little noises of pleasure, highly sexualized versions of the very sounds she made during singing. Her arms sought our Claire's body, to pull it close, to rub it along her own. To smear the sweaty sheen all over Miley's body as they entangled their limbs in a passionate movement older than time itself. No, sex had never been this good.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Was it the luck potion that insured not a single woman pulled out her cell phone camera or recognizing Miley? Was it the lighting and the motion and general visual confusion of the club? Perhaps they were just too enthralled by the sight of the two hottest women in the club dry humping each other in front of them. Most likely it was some combination of all of them, but against all odds Miley's identity remained safely obscured behind Claire's masterful fog of magic and lust, creating an invisible barrier that the rest of the club could look through but not approach. There was no actual physical impediment, but none of them dared approached the maelstrom of sexuality they'd become lest they be swept in as well. Claire knew her plan had succeeded. This girl was too far gone now to turn back. Minutes more, and she would be beyond all safety from Claire and her friends. She decided not to wait. She would spring the trap now, during this song. When Miley's arms sought her out to give in to the temptation Claire spun around Miley almost as if the girl were a stripper pole. Suddenly behind her those large, soft tits press against Miley's back as another grasps the singer's own breast. The other set of slender fingers ending in wonderful red nails pressed against her lower belly, rubbing the tender flesh just above the waistline of those short shorts that Claire was learning to adore. They could so easily be under that denim and against that yearning slit. But they didn't. Instead they ran down forward, touching not that directly but instead through the thick, infuriating dampening of the denim. But still they applied pressure between her young legs as the hand up above squeezes and rubbed through that expensive custom top of hers. Claire herself was moaning and panting into Miley's ear. She gave no words, just letting her hear all of those noises her rich, old husband never once got to after her love spell had tricked him into marrying her. Who knew what hot young studs or maidens had been with this woman, but Miley now counted herself amongst those who knew what she sounded like in the middle of a good, hard fuck. She kept it low so only she could hear, not really in that much pleasure but able to fake it with the best of them, as if the little musician would be able to tell in her current state. This had quickly escalated far beyond a dance, with almost the entire club now staring, watching, shouting encouragements at Miley as she was suddenly thrust back into the spotlight of the stage during her attempt to remain hidden.
Thread: Can't be Tamed {fate & mercury}

Too far gone, Miley drifted along that maelstrom, blown by the sheer winds that were Claire's desire. Her world had become sex, desire and want. This blonde woman, moving about her, teasing and touching, just drifting toward the areas Miley wanted most. The hazy brunette managed one look outside their own personal tornado, seeing the faces staring and cheering at her. She was used to cheers, and they seemed to egg her own now. But Miley didn't have to move long. Large breasts pressed against the girl's back, as hands went up to Miley's own. the young girl gasped, her eyes going wide. She slid backward, her hair falling down Claire's front. eyes rolled up, and hands went to grip for support. Each tiny fist closed around a handful of red skirt, pulling at the dress as Miley fought to stay fully upright. All while her body continued to move, driven by the music and her longtime training in the show must go on. But now it was a different show. Mm, yes, oh, Claire, that feels so good, said Miley, her trained voice carrying over the thumping noise of the crowd. Her hips gyrated, seeking out the fingers. They thrust and lowered, lowered and thrust, meeting the fingers and drawing them ever close. Another hand cupped her small breast, kneading the tender flesh through the thin fabric of her top. Miley wished she could do the same, but could only manage to grab handfuls of red fabric, sliding down the woman. God, Claire! yiped Miley. Her hips jerked. This feels so damn good,. Oh, yes! If I had known girls were this good I would've switched teams ages ago. Oh, daaaamn, she shuddered, keep it up. Please, right there, her hips moved, seeking out the finger that pressed against the throbbing need. Please, please, please, I'm about to cum. I can feel it. I'm about to cum! the last came out a shout, and she jerked her hips forward, dangling at the edge of release. Miley's cute face, a magazine cover frequent, now contorted in sexual want, scrunching as the orgasm built within her, dying to come out. Claire had set the trap, and Miley had fallen right into it.
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Claire felt her own pussy burning with that need now. Not from drugs or alcohol or naive curiosity. Just from the pure want of this girl. She had subtly confirmed herself not a virgin, proving the wild side that she professed in her music. While some part of Claire regretted she wouldn't be the girl's first, it only meant once she showed Miley proper fucking rather than the amateur fumbling of whatever lucky boys had most likely jizzed their pants at one feel of her luscious body her new favorite girl would never think of going to anyone else for release. She sorely wanted to shove that brown hair between her legs and grind her slit against the lips of this girl, just a bit more than half her own age. Even if the audience had no idea who Miley really was, they erupted in cheers at her line about switching cheers. Her audience was roaring. They loved it. Their cheers were more approving, more adoring than any of the millions of girls who listened to her music. And that's when the trap sprung closed, trapping Miley into a world she could never have imagined existed and that would never let her free of it's grasp. Though whether she would actually desire freedom again was an entirely separate question. Come on, Cyrus. Give your fans what they want. Show everyone they can't tame you! The words were said in that same amazingly sexualized way the word 'special' had been, this time for each and every word she spoke. They were low enough that only Miley could hear them. And at that very moment Claire pressed two fingers between Miley's legs. firmly. still above the denim she rubbed firmly up and down, caressing her young pussy with a touch that felt like it was directly against her bare skin with how sensitive she was. And in unison, her thumb settled directly over Miley's nipple and pushed down through the fabric, moving in a circular motion against the little nub that was like a secondary clitoris by now. Nothing Miley had ever experienced could possibly compare. Claire had not written that book, but she had spent years studying it and it's ways. The weave of magic and seduction around the tender young thing was beyond the ability of the richest, most powerful and handsome man - or woman - in the world to cast over her. It was like Claire had conquered lust, made it a collar, and slipped it around Miley's throat when she wasn't looking. Claire waited breathlessly to hear the surrender of the girl in her arms, knowing no sound would ever be as sweet as this one.