Debt

Title: Debt

By bwpbard

I have to warn you, my native language is Danish, not English. Spelling and grammar. I'll try my best..

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own any of them 'sigh'. I really want to own Marina - no make that Karina - just for an hour or so (I'm not greedy).. thanks.

Pairing: Marina/

Rating: Okay somewhere between R and NC-17. I think.

Meeting Marina part 3

Part one

Exhaustion lured at the edge of her consciousness - and she was stoned like never before. Stoned and about to be beaten up by a guy as huge as a house. Wasn't life just grand?

Owing those people that kind of money wasn't the best of ideas, but she wanted out and it seemed like the best opportunity at the time. Now it was quite obvious that it wasn't. A whole new set of dangerous people chased her ass and she was in even deeper shit than before.

Her way out could easily turn out to be a 'hasta la vista, baby' for good.

Oh merde! Oh doublefucking merde!

**********

Lately I had seen this girl every time I had been here. Very young. Handsome in a pouty I'm-too-fucking-cool-to smile kind of way and very beautiful eyes. Tousled dark hair covered them as she danced like a mad woman. Too skinny for my taste really, but there was something about her. And I obviously wasn't the only one who saw that. A fair amount of the dykes in the bar ate her up like she was the latest candy on the shelf.

She stumbled during a complicated twirl and got a confused look on her face, like it surprised her how stoned she really was. With some difficulty she moved towards the door, probably needing fresh air to clear a blurry drug-induced mind, before returning to the trancelike dancing.

I waited a few minutes before I followed her outside.

**********

'Shit, I hope I." Her thoughts were interrupted by a hard smack on the back of her head. The man yelled something, but the ringing in her head drowned everything, so hopefully it wasn't something important he wanted to say to her. Well, why care anyway? This guy was about to radically mess up her face, so why listen to what he had to say while he did it?

Then suddenly the man stopped thumping her head, and she sighed heavily in relief. Holy shit, even if the head still hurt like crazy, it felt wonderful when he stopped doing that!

A sharp female voice penetrated the internal ringing: "Move away from her, you stupid ox, or I'll make you regret the day your daddy fucked your mummy!"

And then everything went mercifully black.

************

It was quite a miracle that I got her safely home. Skinny or not, she was quite heavy to deal with. Her semiconscious state made her more manageable, though. No drunken protests and no inconvenient questions about where I was taking her.

I cleaned her up a bit and checked her arms for needle-marks - there weren't any. Not that kind of drug-addict, then. A couple of dollars in her pocket and no identification to tell me her name and age, but from the lines of her face and the immature curves of her body, I guessed that she probably still was a teenager.

'Young meat at least, if not fresh', I grinned. This girl had probably already made a few rounds around the block. Sometimes I liked them innocent, sometimes. not. Not that I planned to fuck this girl, but the thought of it alone was quite thrilling.

And there was something about her.

************

'Where the fuck am I?' She was obviously in a bed somewhere. Clean sheets, expensive taste in decor. 'Hmmm, it seems like I scored big last night.' But the state of her body didn't indicate that she had sex recently. No telling smells on skin or pleasant aches in intimate places.

'What a damn waste of a decent bed.'

"So you're finally awake?"

The voice startled her and she almost toppled out of bed. A woman framed by the doorway regarded her coolly, measuring her up like she was on sale or something. And in a way that was just what she was; on sale for the highest bidder. Maybe this woman gave the final bid last night and that explained why she was here this morning.

'If I could just clear my fucking brain for a minute and remember what the fuck happened yesterday!'

The woman was wearing close to nothing and had obviously just taken a shower. "How are you feeling?" The woman asked.

'Fine," she answered with a voice even huskier than usual. 'I have fucked older women before', she took a closer look, 'and this one is quite sexy.' Nipples tightened, a sure evidence that she found the woman desirable - and fuckable. A seductive smile should get her a step closer to that goal. So she smiled.

"Turn off the charm, kid. Are you hungry?" The woman moved away from the doorframe and revealed a table on wheels covered with food.

'Okay, no sex. Why the fuck am I here, then?'

*********

I could see the confusion in her eyes, probably couldn't remember anything significant about yesterday and how she got here. I liked that; it gave me some room for playing. IF I wanted to play. I wasn't sure of that yet. But the girl intrigued me.

We ate our breakfast in silence. She stared at me continuously while she stuffed herself like she hadn't been near food for years. Maybe that explained the skinniness..

There was curiosity in that stare AND to my amusement, desire, a dark lustfulness that I hadn't expected from one as young as her. It reminded me of another girl I fucked for the first memorable time some eight years ago. A predatory sexuality paired with erotic awareness and soft sensuality, throw in some pain and despair and you have a heavy, but interesting cocktail. Despite their very different charismas the two girls had that special mix in common.

Maybe I should reconsider fucking her? It might turn out to be quite an experience. The first girl proved to be a real gift in that department - and still was.

Hmmm..

"You're wondering why you're here?" I began. "Let me tell you a story..

************

Shit, she had never been so turned on in her life! By words alone.. And the story wasn't even about fucking! And it gave no explanation whatsoever to why she was here - despite the promise!

The woman touched her several times during the story. Not sexual, though. No, soft and gentle pads on arms, a thigh, an eyebrow - for some reason the woman seemed quite fascinated by her eyebrows.

One particular soft caress almost made her come on the spot; fingertips moved from her eyebrow, down the throat, lingering at her breastbone, moving further down her body, the valley between her breast, over her stomach before resting just below her navel.

Breathing was very difficult now and it blew her mind that the woman seemed totally in control. An unusual behavior from the women whose beds she visited. She didn't know if she should be turned on or turned off by the fact.

A moan escaped her and she realized she didn't have much choice in the matter - 'okay, horny it is, then!' And she gave herself permission to enjoy whatever was going to happen.

And the woman was fucking hot!

Her thoughts had been so preoccupied by the strangeness of the situation she was in, that she almost forgot the woman's fingertips skillfully mapping her body, but when they finally danced around in her crotch area, all her senses came to life with a 'yep, now we're going somewhere!' and her hips involuntarily bucked - searching, trying to catch those elusive tips where she wanted them to stay for a while - a long while. Oooh fuck..

*********

I liked the sounds she was making and the way her body moved in sync with my touch.

For someone who occasionally sold her body to men as well as women, she seemed quite genuine in her hungry horniness. Wet, hard and swollen and responding very nicely to my teasing.

With every touch I planned to shred the cool demeanor on her handsome face into unresisting crumbles, make the predator beg for mercy and finally release her in a burst of mindwrecking passion.

**********

'Man, I'm ruined. The fucking woman has ruined me!'

After this she really had to redefine sex. She was incredibly and totally wasted. Outfucked. Completely satiated.

Except for one thing. She hadn't been allowed to touch the woman back. And that wasn't something she was used to; normally she topped most of the women she fucked.

'But later I will put that right.." she promised herself.

And then she slept, content like a baby.

************

When she woke up she was alone in bed, but not in the room. Someone stood by the bedside and stared down at her.

This woman was probably older than her, too, but closer in age than the women who brought her here. Beautiful in a foreign way, exotic. She was tall, lean and if the defined arms and shoulders indicated anything, in great shape. Not much in the breast area, but she could relate to that. Dark, curly hair, dark eyes that tried to hide a profound sadness, a deep pain of being kicked in the gut too many times, an expression she knew all to well from every mirror she had ever looked into.

"I'm Shane," she said, uncomfortable by the other woman's unreadable expression.

Awkwardly they shook hands. Or at least Shane felt awkward. The other woman seemed unaffected and regarded her with cool disinterest.

"Welcome Shane, I am Marina, I hope you slept well in my bed," the woman answered with a smoky voice and a thick accent that made Shane's nipples tighten.

Oh merde! Doublefucking merde!

Part 2

The door opened and Shane's bedmate from last night came in, smiling.

"So you two have met," she said, evil amusement twinkled in her eyes. "You're home early, Marina, I wasn't expecting you."

"Obviously," Marina said, arching a sexy eyebrow. "I am taking a shower." And then she sauntered out of the room like a model on a catwalk.

'Damn, what an ass!' Man, her hormones were out of control these days. Shane should have been totally outfucked after last night, that woman was WILD, but that ass..

**********

I saw the way Shane ate Marina up, and I couldn't blame her, I knew exactly how effective Marina could be when she wanted to. I shook my head. This could prove to be great fun to watch.

"Forget it, kid," I said mockingly, making sure Shane's competitiveness woke. "She's way out of your league." The game had taken a new turn.

Shane glared at me. Obviously she wasn't used to be out of someone's league. How cute - I got a sudden urge to stick my tongue down her throat. And I did exactly that.

At first she struggled against me, but when my hands joined the fun, she submitted willingly and moaned of pleasure.

She knew Marina was somewhere in the house and it heightened the fun for the both of us.

I fucked her hard, slamming her body against the madras and I swallowed the noises of lust with my mouth. When she came the hoarse cry made me throb intensely and she almost cut my fingers off with the violent contractions. Slowly I pulled out, making her whimper like a lost puppy.

"Damn you," she muttered.

I grinned and left her to ponder about how easy I got my way with her. And hoped that her thoughts would stray to Marina, too.

Let the games begin.

*********

Shane woke up feeling sore. Restless and very bewildered about what to do, she clumsily got out of bed. She knew she was safe here, at least safer than on the streets, and she was well fed, well fucked and well rested. It had been a long time since all that had happened at the same time.

But what to think about her benefactress and her. lover? Yeah, the dark one had to be her lover. A seemingly veeery understanding one, letting Shane stay in her bed like this.

Downstairs was as luxurious as upstairs, impersonal but expensive. Shane looked around. Hmmm, a golden cage, perhaps?

She opened a door that seemed to lead to a basement or something. Noises from a set of drums greeted her. Someone was making drum solos down there worthy of the best metal bands around.

It surprised her to find the seemingly composed and cool Marina working the sticks like a Lars Ulrich on speed, sweet pouring down the planes of the exotic face, further down the elegant neck, finding room at the prominent collarbones and finally tickling a heaving chest. Wow, that sight made Shane's imagination wander off to a totally different scenario.

Abruptly the drumming stopped. Marina had obviously sensed that someone else was in the room.

Shane took a step forward making herself visible to the other woman.

Marina grabbed a towel and Shane followed every move she made while cleaning herself up. Man, that woman was hot - in more ways than you could count!

"Hello Shane."

Man, a voice carrying an accent like that should be banned or something..

"Francesca is out," Marina said, sensual lips slightly pursing, dark eyes measuring her from head to toe. There was no resentment in her gaze; it was just a matter of familiarizing oneself with a stranger - a stranger occupying ones bed and being fucked in it by ones lover.

Shane nodded, choosing silence because she hadn't got a clue what to say to this woman - and especially taking on a conversation about the only thing they had in common - Francesca.

Marina walked upstairs and Shane wasn't sure what to do.

"Are you hungry?"

The voice startled her. 'Are this woman for real? Is she offering me food?' Man, this was getting even weirder by the minute.

For a long time they ate in silence, not a comfortable one, at least Shane found this meal a bit disconcerting. Hands fidgeted nervously, feet shifted constantly under the table.

Marina on the other hand seemed completely at ease and even looked like she enjoyed the food.

"You are in trouble, yes?" Her smooth thick accented voice did strange things to Shane's ears. 'I bet she sings like a wet dream..'

Shane coughed slightly. How. how do you know that? Has Francesca.?"

"No," Marina smiled. "Francesca likes stray cats in trouble."

And suddenly a clue hit Shane right between the eyes. "You were one, too, weren't you? A stray cat in trouble?"

"Si." Marina drank the last wine in her glass.

"When?" Shane asked softly.

Marina said nothing for a while. "Probably 8 years ago. As you can guess she never let me leave. I have always been the only one she wanted to stay."

"She never LET you?" Shane asked. "Do you mean she is forcing you to stay with her?"

Marina laughed; it was a wild and beautiful sound that immediately clamped down on Shane's sensitive nipples.

"No, no, she made me a deal and I accepted. You just have to remember that sometimes help comes with a price you're not able to ever pay back."

"Man," Shane shivered. "You make it sound like you sold your soul to the devil or something."

This time the smile on Marina's face seemed forced. "She is not that bad, Shane, that is not what I'm trying to tell you."

Did Marina feel threatened by Shane's presence here? Was she afraid that Shane could shake the permanency of her relationship with Francesca?

Marina shook her head, like she could read the thoughts running through Shane's confused brain. "I will be here when you leave. I just want you to be aware what you are dealing with."

"You're warning me?" Shane asked wearily.

"In a way, yes. She will offer you help with your troubles. I just want you to be prepared for the price she might ask of you. Nothing in this life for free."

'A beautiful cynic," Shane thought. 'And I think she got damn good reasons to be one.'

"Now tell me, Shane, what are your troubles?"

And to her great surprise Shane heard herself tell this mysterious woman most of it:
How she ran away from home when it got to rough there.
How she got caught up in selling and trafficking drugs.
How she got hooked on them.
How she posed as a guy and sold blowjobs to needy men.
How she sold herself as a gigolo servicing rich older women.
How she suddenly found herself owing some very important and very dangerous guys money.
And how they now were out to get her.

Marina listened intensely, obviously relating to parts of Shane's tale of trouble. 'We might be more alike than one should think,' Shane thought. 'And we both ended up here.'

When Shane stopped talking, Marina regarded her for a long time.

"Let me think about it," she finally said. "Francesca will not be back until late this evening. She will probably need to fuck you, then. Wait until we have spoken again before you make any kind of deal with her? You agree, yes?"

Shane shifted nervously. "Okay."

Part 3

"Honey, I'm home!" I yelled, like a dutiful husband. Like a ditto wife Marina came out to greet me with a soft kiss. And that girl could kiss, even after so many years and more sex than I could count, she could still make my head spin with those luscious lips of hers. When she finally let go, I threw the keys at her.

An arched eyebrow was her only response.

"The keys to your dream, honey," I said. Why she wanted to run a café was beyond my understanding, but it was a humble dream and fulfilling it served to bind her bonds even tighter to me.

As always it was difficult for anyone but me to decipher her impassive look that betrayed no emotion, a look Marina had almost perfected after a life where showing emotions could be dangerous. But I knew her well and I knew what that small flicker of light in her eyes meant.

She nodded. "Thank you," she said.

"Thank me later, honey, then I might even consider letting you lick me out." The thought alone made me horny as hell and I thought about Shane, my little tomboy upstairs. An exiting way to warm up before setting Marina free and let her pay me back with interest.

************

The situation was beginning to wear her down; staying in a room, not being able to breath fresh air and smell the streets of West Hollywood. Shane missed the kicking beats on a dance floor packed with women. Damn, this golden cage stuff was highly overrated. How did Marina manage?

As always Francesca entered the room without knocking. "I want you now, Shane. I will fuck you one last time and then we'll find you a future."

"Listen, Francesca, maybe this isn't such a great ide." Shane was cut off by a pair of lips on her mouth. Hell, maybe one last time with this woman wouldn't be bad. 'If I'm sneaky maybe I get to make her come, too.'

But she didn't, as always Francesca refused to let her get anywhere near the most intimate part of her body.

And soon Shane forgot all about it. Francesca's skills went beyond anything or anyone she had ever encountered. One orgasm after the other left Shane totally exhausted with no room for nagging thoughts.

And she suspected that Marina had heard her scream once or twice. For some reason that made her feel bad.

Especially when she remembered Francesca's whispered words right before the most violent one:

"Come for her, Shane, come for her. That's it, let her hear you one last time."

And as hard as she tried to fight it, she couldn't hold anything back.

************

"What did she offer you, Shane?

"Nothing much," Shane grinned. "A future of some sort, but she wasn't very specific."

"And despite my warning you are tempted to accept." It wasn't a question, Marina knew what she was thinking.

Shane ignored it. "I told you my tale of trouble, Marina, what about repaying the gesture?"

Marina's dark eyes bore into hers. " There is not much to tell. I met her in a nightclub in Barcelona. She took me home one night after I was beaten up, much like you, she paid a lot of money to free me, and then she got me out of the country. I owe her my life and in return.." Marina's eyes turned even darker, if that was possible.

"She owns you," Shane finished. "I get that. And you let her play her games."

Marina's smile didn't reach her eyes. "And I have become quite good at it myself. I have learned from the master." She grabbed Shane's arm hard. "Don't let her do it to you."

Shane shrugged uncomfortably. "Are you sure you're not afraid she'll offer me a part of you golden cage?" It was hard for Shane to trust and she was sure this woman had an alternative motive to just warning her.

Marina snorted, surprisingly unladylike. "She will never leave me, I am not afraid of that, but I like you, Shane, and I have seen this happen before. And your life will be even more messed up, when she gets tired of you."

"What do you want me to do, then?" Shane asked.

"You can take my offer instead."

Shane nodded. She knew there was something else going on with this woman. 'Maybe she'll fuck me, too. I kinda look forward to that.'

Marina rolled her eyes. Sometimes it felt like she read Shane's mind and it was terrible uncomfortable.

"Okay," Shane surrendered. "Let me hear it then."

************

Marina was there when she was offered a place at the Hairdresser Academy. An old friend of Marina helped her get in and she found she liked the work and the women it brought her. Marina even paid for her expenses until she got a job.

Marina was there when she graduated and got her first job at the saloon Marina used. As a graduating gift she got Shane a car, a used one, but nevertheless her first possession of some worth.

Marina was there when she moved into her new apartment in a building owned by a business associate of Marina's, and she helped her find roommates when she needed the extra money.

Marina was there to redirect her every time she had a setback and went to far into the world of drugs. She even lend her money to pay off the debt she owed the very important people that wanted her ass chewed. And she made sure that Shane didn't have to sell herself again - to men or women.

Shane was there when The Planet opened. She brought a lot of her new friends with her and they adopted the place as their second home. Alice even wrote an article about it that made it household name for a large amount of lesbians in the city

Shane was there when Marina needed someone to talk to. Marina never shared herself with anyone, but she allowed Shane closer than no one else.

Shane was there to comfort her after Marina's Jenny-meltdown when Jenny refused to acknowledge Marina's feelings and instead moved even further away from what they had shared, leaving Marina uncharacteristically heartbroken.

Shane was there to give support when Marina finally cut herself free from Francesca at the risk of being destroyed in the process.

It was a subtle kind of friendship which depth and importance most of their common friends weren't even aware of existed.

And for reasons unknown to Shane, Francesca accepted the shift between the three of them and treated Shane with distant friendliness, where she ignored or was constantly rude to Marina's other acquaintances.

Shane knew that someday there had to be a price for all the help Marina gave her, she knew the deal, but she wasn't sure what it was going to be and if she was able to pay the it and what the consequences might be.

She just had to wait and see..

The End (for now)