The Party's in the Penthouse (for thesteedman - Esther, Eve, and Baroness)

[HotWheels]

With the stubbornness of the donkeys she had once helped tend, and all of the energy of one of those donkeys on sedatives, Esther fought to push Steph's head back. Pushed it back she did, yes, because a neck was not stronger than a set of arms (even extremely tired and weak ones), but at no point did the torture on Esther's ribs subside. It felt like they were all going to pop at any second, and Esther, at the point of being rendered completely overcome and overwhelmed, cried her loudest cry of the night out of pain and frustration. A second later, her fight with Steph's chin came to an end, her arms slumping at her side.

Her head fell onto the Frenchwoman's shoulder again a second later, though her hands at least remained active. She tried to wiggle her fingers between the arms and her side, but it wasn't happening. What else did she do at this point, however? The Southerner felt about ninety percent of the way to passing out, but there was just enough leeway to keep her alert to every ache now pouring through her torso. Even her breasts hurt at this point, seemingly squeezed so high up her chest that they were under duress, too. This would have been so damn hot with a reprieve. Steph didn't seem to know the meaning of the word.

Saying anything to Steph had gotten her nowhere, so Esther saved herself the trouble, only groaning and moaning as she went mostly limp in the bearhug: not unconscious, but wishing she was.

But she realized maybe she should have kept up the fight, because the pain in her ribs did not compare to the pain that followed. First, Steph pulled her down on top, and Esther drowsily stared down at her. What followed was about two seconds of freedom from the squeezing, which made Esther let loose with an almost orgasmic sound of relief. But the legs returned, and at this point, the appeal was gone. Esther squirmed like a struck snake when she felt them closing around her, and she found her voice again. "Please! Just a-"

The words left her, in favor of a sound that was part squeal, part gargle, part air being forced out of her body. Esther pawed at the surface of the couch as if she could crawl away from the wall of muscle that wrapped around the entirety of her abs and obliques, which both promptly felt like they caved in under the pressure. With the way her skin dimpled, they might have. Esther clapped the thighs once before Steph somehow managed to make it worse; Esther's head was tucked between the woman's chest and bicep as an arm wrapped around her neck. Esther sputtered in the frontal sleeper, and her fingers picked at the arm. It was far too late, however, and after a couple of small whimpers, the long-tortured wildflower, unable to even mount enough wriggles to seem like she was fighting with the way her body was trapped, passed out.

[thesteedman]

It was hard to know how much time had passed when Esther began to stir. Her memory of what passed between now and when she slipped away into unconsciousness was less than hazy, but when she awoke she felt the soft surface of an expensive and luxurious mattress below her form. The air was warm, like a deep summers' night, but not too oppressing, rather a pleasant temperature. There was a low light that illuminated what looked like a bedroom, as incense candles left a scent in the air that was pleasant to the senses. There was a soothing ambience to be certain as Esther's senses slowly began to return to her. Much to her alarm, Siren had been stripped of her dress, clad in little more than her underwear as a light sheen and glisten emanated from her flesh as if she had been lightly oiled.

She felt a bare leg slide across her own, as an arm slowly slid over her chin to turn her head. She was met with the sight of the Baroness, who too by now was clad in nothing more than revealing lingerie that left very little to the imagination.
"There she is. I thought sleeping beauty would never wake." The French woman who had been a terror up till now whispered. Her voice was as sultry to the ears as Esther remembered, as she felt those dangerous legs slide around her slender waist in a captivating manner. There was a fear that the Baroness was about to pick up where she left off. Her grip was tight... enough to force a moan as they locked like a serpents coil around Esther's waist, but it was far from that crushing and excruciating pressure from moments earlier... though it was hard to tell just how long ago moments earlier was.

"I got a little bit carried away I fear. It is not the first time it has happened... I doubt it will be the last this night." The Baroness whispered, her hands tracing over Esther's alluring features as she looked her over. For the first time since arriving in the apartment, if felt like the Baroness was finally treating her like a person instead of an object or thing...
"If you are not too... ... sore... we could pick up where we left off. Maybe I will take it a little slower and easier for you..." The Baroness teased, slowly moving her hand down to trace over Esther's cleavage and down her bare midriff with a sinister smile spreading across her lips.

[HotWheels]

Given the way she had been put to sleep, Esther woke up with no signs of fight left in her. As her lavender eyes fluttered open, she thought herself in her own bed for a few seconds, and her eyes trailed to the lights nearby since she liked to sleep with the room almost completely dark. When she shifted to sit up and see what the source was, the soreness hit her, and Esther winced and palmed at the bare skin at her ribs. Her fingers slid right off. What the heck had she done to get herself that sore and covered in oil? She remembered the party, the drinks, the meeting someone...

Jerking to attention when she felt a leg rub against hers and a hand to her chin, Esther almost went into fight mode. But seeing the face of the certain someone she had met brought it all back to her. And she still almost went into fight mode.

"Hey! You-", she began to protest, until she felt the legs coil around her midriff. Her thought was oh shit here we go again, but when they didn't do much more than force an ache-induced groan from her, she...decided that maybe she should try to be delicate here. Her hands softly dropped onto Steph's thigh as if she was warding off something worse.

Steph spoke first, and Esther, who had been rendered mostly sober, had a rare acute thought based on what she said and how...unaggressive she was being right now. Maybe she had been more drunk than she let on, and maybe she was a...squeeze-y person when she got drunk. Didn't understand her limits. She had almost said as much herself, hadn't she?

And damn that tracing she was doing all over Esther's skin felt good. Maybe they had started on the wrong foot. No one was at their best when drunk. "I...guess we can give it another whirl," she said, finally letting her senses relax for a moment. "Let's keep the getting carried away to a nil level, though, huh? Those drinks were a while ago, and I happen to like my ribs. Mama didn't raise no bitch, but I mean, that was...ow."

Very ow. Looking down again at the legs around her waist, Esther let her fingers trail across their sweet muscles before crossing to Steph's abs. God, why did a woman that crazy when drunk have to be so hot? Maybe she should...propose something fresh, just to be careful. "What aboooouut...I take over for a while? Let me wear you out a little. Not...that much, but I'm no slouch with my legs, either." She crossed them at the foot of the bed as if to add to the temptation.

[thesteedman]

The Baroness tilted her head in an inquisitive manner at Esther's proposal, taking a moment to glance upon her figure and her slightly glistening legs as they slowly crossed together. She felt no guilt for doing what she had done to Esther, so she felt no need to allow her some retribution... rather, she was simply curious to see what Esther could do. Confident she could counter if Esther began to become too ambitious, it did the Baroness no ill will to allow the lavender haired beauty to see just what kind of pressure she could inflict... and the prospect and becoming tangled with the scantily clad intoxicating form lying upon the bed with her only further spurned on a decision.

If only Kayla was here to see. The Maid had longed to be in this situation herself, only for the Baroness to tease and deny her such a desire. For certain, one day she might humour the deep desires of her head Maid, give her that night that she dreamed of... but there was something devilishly amusing about keeping her just at that bit of arm’s length. Kayla wanting to share a bed with the Baroness only to watch other Maids who were not exactly willing be taken for the night. And now the Baroness had a stranger, a squeeze toy of her own who wanted to play games. For certain, the Baroness would talk to Kayla about her experience tonight in great detail.

"Very well... " The Baroness whispered in a low and seductive fashion. She licked her lips before she slowly unwrapped her deadly legs from around Esther's slightly strained core. She gave her abs one last firm caress before doing so, taking in a deep breath. Part of her wanted to simply wrap her up and crush the living daylights out of her again... but she let that beast remain in a cage. It was unwise of her to keep pushing her whims, especially with some warnings coming from LAW about doing this kind of thing. For certain she could buy off officials to turn a blind eye... but she had already done that too recently and needed whispers to calm down at least until a few weeks.

"What do you have in mind?" The Baroness would whisper in an exotic manner with her deep French accent. She shifted to her knees, in the centre of the massive and luxurious bed, awaiting for Esther as they would begin this little experiment and game.