Another busy night’ Tara thought to herself as the crowd flowed through the door. She had been working the bar at the Noxon Hotel for the past 2 years. Her real passion was art and she had moved to California to try and ‘make it’ as an artist, so far she had sold one picture, hardly the thing dreams are made of.

Tonight was the Christmas party of a local company, well, they had started of locally and after a few alterations in the management had spanned the nation. They sold computer components and offered training and installation of the latest technologies, or so Tara believed. Her computer knowledge spanned as far as writing emails and just about managing to surf the net without too many hassles.
She rolled her eyes as the first handful of people entered the room, the men in their 40’s were your typical nerds who never grew out of the stereotype. They looked so out of place in the plush hotel bar that she couldn’t help but smile.

Two of the men sauntered over to the bar and sat heavily on the stools. “Two cokes please.” The older of the two men said, fixing Tara in his sights. “Coming right up.” She replied and flashed him a smile as she fixed his drinks.
As the rest of the party entered, her co-worker for the evening, a tall, handsome man called Vince arrived. “Late as usual.” She said as he ducked behind the bar.
Vince was the kind of guy who’d be late to his own funeral, but you could never be mad at him for long. He had the rugged good looks worthy of any actor and his charm and charismatic nature had bedded many a woman…. Except Tara. He had been trying to seduce his way into her pants since he started but she remained immune to his flirting.

“Hey, you love me really!” he said trying to look hurt as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her fondly on the cheek. Shrugging him off, she indicated to a group of men who were waiting at the end of the bar. “Go. Serve!” she told him, playfully flicking him in the ass with a towel as he turned. “I’m going for my break.”

Leaving him to it, Tara grabbed a bottle of water and lifted the hatch, stepping into the rapidly filling room. She slid, undetected out the front doors and sat on the front steps of the hotel, the warm Californian evening relaxing her.
She sighed deeply as another car pulled up to hotel and a large group of men, this time younger than the rest emerged. “So, is the MD coming or is she too good to party with the lower beings?” she heard one of them ask as the climbed the steps of the ancient building. “Yeah, that bitch is coming!” the youngest member growled in response. The three men fell back from the main group as their conversation continued. “You’re just pissed ‘coz she makes you work!” he was told by one of the men, “Yeah, that and she wouldn’t sleep with him.” The two men laughed at their friend jovially as he pretended to be insulted. “She’s a dyke anyway!” he said indignantly. As they entered the main building, Tara laughed. “Oldest excuse in the world.” She muttered under her breath.

With her break almost over, she headed back inside and ducked into the bathroom which she found, to her surprise to be empty. “Dunno why I’m surprised really.” She said out loud as she closed the stall door behind her. “It’s all geeky computer guys out there!” she smiled as she pushed the lock over the door.
The flush of a toilet indicated that she wasn’t alone as she’d thought and a smooth and rather sexy voice said; “Not all geeky guys.” The voice told her before the door banged closed, it’s owner disappearing into the hotel.

Tara felt her face flush as she straightened her uniform and exited the stall, washing her hands and checking her appearance. The crisp white shirt, black tie, black trousers and long apron weren’t the best uniform in the world, but it was a long way from being the worst. With her hands washed and hair tied back she returned to the main bar.
Vince had managed to draw quite a crowd, 4 women were crowded around him, watching him perform yet another ‘magic’ trick. Tara shook her head and smiled, it never ceased to amazed her how he could find the most attractive women at ever single event the hotel had thrown. ‘Oh well, it’s always the barman who gets the girls.’ Tara told herself, ‘No one said anything about the barmaid though’ she thought, a hint of disappointment touching her eyes.

The evening progressed and turned out better than Tara had first anticipated. By 9.30 the place was jumping, a karaoke had set up in the corner and in between some interesting dancing, people had gotten up on stage and sung, ok not well, but they’d done it nonetheless. “Who knew geeks could be fun?” Tara laughed as a small man with coke bottle glasses grabbed the mic and proceeded to sing ‘Barbie Girl’. Vince had joined her laughter when his voice caught in his throat and he stared, open mouthed at the door way. Tara followed his bulging eyes and found herself stood agape. A tall, stunning woman had entered, dressed in a pinstripe suit, the skirt of which was cut higher than one would expect with a spit that revealed her taut and slender thigh to perfection. Her white shirt was unbuttoned just enough so that if she bent over, her small but delicious looking cleavage would be on show for anyone who cared to look, topped with long, red hair Tara was convinced that this was the most beautiful woman on the entire planet.

Trying to shake herself back to reality before Vince noticed her staring, she punched him gently in the arm. “She’s way out of your league mate.” She told him as she turned back to the bar, “Unfortunately, way out of mine too.” She whispered sadly as another band of geeks headed onto the stage to attempt another song.

 

 

Two

 

Tara walked the bar rapidly, her heart racing a little more than she had realised. She smiled at the young men she recognised from outside the hotel earlier. “What can I get you?” she asked as she reached them. They had evidently had a lot to drink and had reached the stage of being drunk where they were invincible and, more annoyingly, irresistible, at least in their minds. The least drunk guy placed their order and as she turned, one of them called out; “I’d like an order of that ass, baby!!” he howled as his friends erupted into laughter.

Tara fixed their drinks and rolled her eyes, noticing that Vince had glared down the bar at the guys and was making an effort to keep an eye on them. She placed three bottles of beer in front of them and smiled weakly, she knew her job meant that she would often be leered at by drunken men but that didn’t mean she had to like it. “This ass is far too much for you to handle!” she whispered to the guy who had made the earlier comment and blushed deeply as his friends took about jibing and teasing him.

“Better bust some tables.” Vince called down to her as he expertly jugged orders and bottles, drawing whoops and cheers from the women seated at the bar. “On it.” She called, grabbing a tray and lifting the hatch in one movement. The crowd were wild, everyone dancing, singing and generally having a great time. As Tara moved through the mass of bodies, collecting glasses and bottles, she found herself scanning the crowd for the red head, unable to find her she focused on the task at hand.

When she was unable to carry any more and after receiving various proposals, of marriage, the best sex of her life and one rather odd offer to wrap her in saran wrap (cling film to us Brits, sorry, I’m running on American) and peanut butter, she headed back to the bar. Filling the glass washer promptly, she heard a females voice call her from the very far end of the bar. “Right with you.” She said, looking up she saw the red head nod and smile.
Tara threw the remaining glasses into the machine and slammed the door. As she make her way to the end of the bar she was wolf whistled and heard many lewd comments as she passed her new group of admirers. “What can I do you for?” she asked, her cheeks flushing as the words left her mouth. The red head locked eyes with her, smiled and raised a carefully sculpted eyebrow. “Well,” she purred, “I always fancied ‘Sex on the Beach’, could you do that?” Tara stood back, her mouth agape much to the delight of the woman sat in front of her. “You? I? Sorry?” she babbled. The red head laughed a laugh that was a little on the dirty side. “The cocktail!” she said and Tara felt her face turn beet red. “Oh, yeah of course!” she said, trying to laugh off the images of the sun beating down over the firm body of the woman in front of her as the sea lapped against their naked, entwined bodies. “Your wish is my command.” She added instantly kicking herself mentally as she turned to the spirits behind her. ‘Fucks sake Tar,’ she scolded herself, ‘You’re flirting like a slut!’ the reasonable and sexual part of her brain reminded her; ‘She started it, she didn’t have to ask for that’

As Tara smiled at the thought it dawned on her that she had no clue how to make the cocktail requested and she flustered slightly before Vince shimmied over. “Lucky bitch.” He told her, “What’s she want?” he asked, hoping that the next time she appeared at the bar, he’d be in with her drink before she had to ask. “Sex on the beach?!” Tara replied, hoping that Vince knew how to make it. He smiled, “And she wants it from you? Damn, am I ever outta luck!” Regarding his bar mate, he added; “1 vodka, 3/4each Chambord and peach schnapps, splash it in pineapple, orange and cranberry juices. Oh and Tara?” Tara turned to look at the young man “Have fun!” he added with a mischievous grin and a wink.
Tara laughed as she scoured the shelves for the spirits needed. Surprisingly, she found them all and a cocktail shaker, her gaze returning to the red head who was watching her intently. Trying to do her best impression of the movie; ‘Cocktail’, Tara managed to flip ice into the metal container and as she measured out the spirits, she found herself grinning. Spinning the shaker on one hand she prayed that it wouldn’t burst apart and her prays were answered, the drink staying put until she popped the top and poured the liquid into a waiting glass. With a cheeky grin, she handed the drink to the woman who was licking her lips in front of her before heading off to serve a large group of leering guys.

Their orders were pretty simple and as she prepared their drinks, she felt hot eyes burning into her back as the red head studied her body and undressed her mentally.
She shivered a little under her gaze and felt the dampness growing between her legs as she served yet more alcohol fuelled men.
Across the room, the large cinema screen had been pulled down for the karaoke, making it easier for everyone in the room to appreciate the lyrics and videos, although thankfully, no one seemed to be interested in singing, their thoughts concentrated more on their alcohol intake and finding someone to get laid with.

Tara returned from busting tables and found herself being called back down to the red head at the end of the bar. “Hey.” Tara said her voice a little more seductive than she felt comfortable with. The woman extended her hand, “I’m Willow.” She said, taking Tara's hand in her own. Tara shook the warm hand politely, her knees shaking and the dampness between her thighs growing. “Tara” she replied. Willows eyes once again locked onto her own and Tara found herself lost in the emerald oceans before her. Willow stood slightly and leaned into the bar, possibly to make herself heard or maybe for another reason, her lips now inches from Tara's ear, “What’s in a ‘Screaming Orgasm?” she asked and Tara swallowed hard. ‘You and me baby.’ Her mind screamed at her but she remained in control of her mouth, mentally thanking the lecherous man who had ordered one only two days previously.
“Erm, kahlua, Irish cream, amaretto and vodka.” Tara replied, leaning in closer the woman who had now placed her hand on Tara's forearm and was stroking it softly. “How about a ‘Comfortable Screw’?” Willow purred into her ear, her breath shallow. Tara bit back a moan and fought to remember the ingredients. This was a game that would help her reach many a climax once she got home. It had been a while since a beautiful woman had asked her for a comfortable screw and her clit burned at the prospect. “I’ll have to look that one up.” She said apologetically.
Willow giggled, “Been a while, uh?” she asked, and Tara found herself nodding. “Lets see what we can do about that.” Willow responded, her voice barely audible leaving Tara to wonder if she’d actually said the words or her mind had made them up.

Three

 

Stepping back, Tara took a deep breath. Vince who had been watching the encounter with much interest pointed to a shelf just in front of the blonde. She looked down and saw, to her delight, a cocktail book, claiming to contain the recipes of every cocktail known to man. She bent down and fetched the book, as she stood, Willow laughed. “Hey, a girl has to make sure she’s getting it right.” She said, kicking herself once again for not coming up with something better. “A comfortable Screw” she said, looking into Willows eyes and silencing her giggles. “Vodka, southern comfort and eugh, orange juice.” Willows nose wrinkled. “Orange juice? Yuk, not with that. What is it without orange juice?” she asked.
Tara's eyes scanned the page and a smile teased her lips, “Well,” she said seductively, “Add some sloe gin and it becomes a slow comfortable screw.” Tara didn’t bother to hide the arousal in her voice and it caused Willow to shift on her stool, a wickedly sexy smile causing Tara's clit to scream out for attention and make her knees weak. “My favourite kind.” Willow purred back.

The thudding on the microphone snapped the pair back into reality and neither one had noticed exactly how close to kissing they had become, their lips barely an inch apart. “Good evening ladies and gentleman.” A man who Tara aged at approximately 40 had taken to the stage and was obviously going to be making some announcements. Willow turned to regard this man and she smiled, she liked him he worked hard and had been the first to congratulate her when she brought out the company and turned it around. Tara, accepting that Willows attention was now elsewhere, turned to prepare the next sexually charged cocktail, earning herself a congratulatory grin from Vince who recognised the drink she was mixing.

“I’d like to thank you all for coming.” The large man on stage continued. “The success of this year as been hard come by and I know you’ve all worked hard to bring us where we are today.” A few of the crowd heckled him and made lewd comments, some of them laughing raucously before settling down to listen to what he had to say. “But we all know that none of this would have been possible without the vision and determination of our new MD.” Despite a few boo’s from some people, the crowd turned in unison on Willows direction, “Raise your glasses if you will, to Ms Willow Rosenberg!” the man finished, his glass held aloft. “Willow Rosenberg!” the crowd repeated and toasted their boss before clapping and cheering.
Willows cheeks burned a deep crimson at the attention and she smile, nodding her thanks to her colleagues.

Before they had the opportunity to drag her on stage for a speech, the dj/karaoke host burst in and Robert Palmers ‘Addicted To Love’ thudded around the room.
Vince and Tara looked at each other, they had seen ‘Cocktail’ many times and had often performed their own rendition whenever the song was played in the bar. Both grinned as Vince threw Tara a shaker. “Lets do it!” he said and she nodded, dancing gracefully to fill the container with ice.
The drinkers sat at the bar cheered when they realised what was in store and Tara approached Willow, raising her eyebrows questioning and dancing to the music Willow smile a predatory smile, knowing that this was for her. “Slow comfortable screw.” She stated, licking her lips. “Slow comfortable screw.” Tara repeated to Vince and the crowd cooed their approval, as they stared down the bar to Willow who remained oblivious to them, her eyes captivated by the dancing blonde behind the bar.

The drink took forever as Tara and Vince danced and sang their way through its preparation, giving Tom Cruise a run for his money they had the crowd singing along with the track and cheering. As Tara poured the drink into a tall glass full of crushed ice and served it to Willow, complete with stirrer and pink umbrella, the people gathered around the bar took to their feet in the first standing ovation their routine had ever received.

Tara and Vince took their bows and Tara ran down to Willow, dragging her as best she could to her feet and making her take a bow with her.

As the evening drew to a close, Vince called ‘last orders’ on the party. Unlike many bars in the area, the hotel could only serve until 1am and even that was late in comparison. Tara took the opportunity to slip out to the bathroom, she splashed her face and ran her wrists under the cold water, trying desperately to cool herself down.

Back in the bar, Willows head was spinning, she never usually drank but the sight of Tara had turned her on and she’d decided to opt for a new way of finding out if she had any chance with the gorgeous blonde. ‘What better way than X-rated cocktails’ her mind had told her. The reaction she got was better than she could have hoped and she was almost sure that this woman was interested. Searching her mind for something filthy, she remembered the perfect cocktail, not in the least bit dirty but it summed up exactly what she wanted. As Tara returned to the bar, her arms full of glasses, Willow beamed at her.
Vince nodded and took the glasses, loading them into the washer next to where Tara was now standing. “What’s gonna finish your evening off perfectly?” she asked Willow, a hungry look meeting the fiery passion of the emerald eyes. “I’m glad you put it that way.” Willow purred, “I want a ‘warm blonde’!” Tara grinned, her underwear dampening further and her already engorged clit threatening to trigger her own screaming orgasm in the middle of the bar.

Vince stepped in for which Tara was almost thankful, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t just leap the bar and fuck Willow in the middle of the dance floor. “That’s my speciality.” He said, to Willow whose eyes never left Tara who was panting noticeably behind him. Willow beckoned him closer as he expertly layered the two spirits in a shot glass. “What’s hers?” she asked gesturing towards Tara. Vince turned and regarded his friend, her arousal and hunger for the woman in front of him written clearly on her face. He gave Tara a conspirital wink, “Her speciality” he said, his voice laced with promise, “Is the ‘red headed slut’.” He slid the shot glass into Willows hand and watched as Tara's mouth dropped open and the red head growled low in her throat as the passion burned in her eyes.

Tara was lost, time and place vanished and she felt trapped within her own embarrassment. ‘How could he?’ she asked herself. Around her the laughter subsided as people made their way out of the hotel and into the warm summer night, by the time Tara's eyes had refocused and she had regained control of her limbs, Willow had gone. Her eyes scanned the room and, with the exception of a few passed out partiers it was empty. “Fuck it!” she exclaimed loudly. Vince just laughed and Tara ended up joining him. “So, how long you been eating pussy then?” he asked bluntly.
“You have no tact at all do you?!” Tara said as the quickly cleared the bar and tidied and washed glasses. “Don’t dodge the subject!” he told her, trying to sound stern. “No wonder you wouldn’t sleep with me.” He laughed, it was the laugh of a man so cock sure of himself and his sexual prowess that it made Tara, and most other women want to throttle him. She stalked over to him and pushed him back against the wall, her lips inches from his own. “I’m too much for you baby!” she whispered in his ear, rubbing her hands slowly down his torso, as she got to within millimetres of his groin she pulled back with a giggle as he gulped furiously. “See!” she laughed, “I’ll see you tomorrow!” Tara picked up her bag and with one final flash of a smile, vanished out the door leaving Vince to deal with the hard truth of her claim.

In the foyer a cool breeze ruffled her hair and Tara inhaled deeply. “What a night!” she sighed as she stepped into the moonlight. A soft hand caressed the small of her back and instantly she knew who it belonged to, urgent kisses consumed her neck and a passion filled voice caressed her ears, “Wanna do your speciality?” Willow growled seductively in her ear as she guided her down the stone steps and into a waiting cab.

Four

 

Tara slid into the cab, Willow right behind her. As soon as the door was closed Willows lips met Tara's in a powerful, fiery yet passionate kiss, her tongue forcing its way into the aroused blondes mouth and joining her own in a seductive dance. Willows hands clawed down Tara's back, eliciting low growls that vibrated her tongue and made Willow kiss her harder.
The startled driver cleared his throat, turning in his seat to witness the impending act of carnal lust that was threatening to explode in the back seat. Willow pulled back slightly, “2436 Whedon drive” she told him, her breath shallow and heavy with passion.

The driver nodded, finding it hard to turn away as the blondes hands raked through the silken red hair of her lover, pulling the other woman back to her hungry lips. Eventually he turned and shifted in his seat, putting the car in gear and driving slowly into the night.
Tara's mind rushed, the hormones and endorphins flooding her system as Willow fought to slide her hand under her apron. Tara pushed her back against the door, biting on her bottom lips as she ran her hands up the beautifully sculpted thigh of the ravishing red head. Willow groaned and the cab driver, who was by now watching the show in his rear view mirror, swerved violently. “Fuck sakes!” Tara growled as Willow bit her lip, drawing blood.

She pulled back from Willow and snarled at the cabbie, “Watch where you’re driving!” she barked at him, slamming herself back into her seat, reluctantly accepting that she would have to wait if she wanted Willow. Willow leant in, wiping Tara's bottom lips gently. “Sorry.” She purred as she wiped the blood onto a tissue. “For what?” Tara looked perplexed, in the passion of the moment, she hadn’t realised that her lips was bleeding. Willow guided the blondes fingers to her lip and as Tara found the blood there, she licked her finger suggestively, drawing more guttural moans from the red head.

As the cab turned into Willows street, the red head fixed Tara with an undeniable gaze of pure animal lust. She had never seen such a look, let alone one that was directed at her, Tara swallowed hard, her clit throbbing uncontrollably as natural juices flooded her panties. Willow threw the door open before the bad had come to complete halt and practically dragged Tara from the back seat. As Tara fell into her, Willow backed up, her back colliding with the wall of her apartment building as Tara kissed her hard, her hands sliding under the tight white shirt and unclasping her bra. Willow moaned, pushing her hips into those of the blonde.

Tara found the already erect nipples of her lover with ease and her fingers glided gently over each one before she pinched the hard nubs roughly causing Willow to growl deep in her throat and thrust her hips into Tara's, her skirt riding up to reveal black lacy panties. As Tara kissed and nibbled her neck, her hand slapped Willows firm ass before caressing the burning flesh lovingly then awarding the groans with another firm slap. As Willow pulled roughly on her hair, Tara's hand slid between the other woman's legs, finding the lacy panties warm and wet under her fingers.
From behind them a deep and clearly excited man interrupted their passion, “Damn! That shit is hot!!!” he exclaimed as the women turned to see the cab driver waiting for payment. “Think you’ve seen enough!” Willow panted in his direction as she grabbed Tara's hand and lead her into the building.

They couldn’t help but giggle as they entered the foyer, Willow pushing the button for the lift, her eyes focused on Tara's in the large mirror that ran the length of the wall. Tara's arms wrapped around her waist as they waited for the lift, their eyes remained locked in the glass as Tara licked, sucked and bit Willow delicate earlobe, her hands returning to hard nubs under the woman's shirt. Willow pushed her ass back into Tara's groin, something in the pocket of the apron pressing hard onto Tara's engorged clit and making her moan and bite the vulnerable flesh of the exposed neck before her. Willows hands snaked around to Tara's full ass, pulling her in tighter as she ground her hips into the moaning woman.

The lift arrived and as soon as they had entered, Willow turned the tables, pressing Tara against the cool glass and ripping her apron from her waist. She no longer had time or patience for things like knots and bows. Tara moaned as Willow enveloped her lips in another fiery kiss, her hand pressing firmly against the tender area between Tara's legs, her other hand shooting out and pressing the button for the penthouse.
Unnoticed to the two women engrossed in their sexual adventure, a security camera buzzed and hummed as it focused closer on the occupants of the lift.

In the security room, two men sat watching the show unveil itself before their eyes. “Is that Ms Rosenberg?” one asked, peering closer at the screen. “Who cares!” his friend replied and the woman in the short skirt dropped to her knees, taking the trousers of the woman in front of her with her. “Holy shit!” both men exclaimed as the woman on her knees snarled up at the display above the door.
Willow rose to her feet and Tara tried pushing her back down, just the warm breath on her swollen clit had sent the first tremors of climax through her and now she was standing up!? Willow gestured to the now open doors. “This is where we get off.” She purred, the sound turning Tara's knees to jelly and stoking the fire in her stomach.

Willow took the soft hand of her lover and led her into a pale but warm corridor, at the end of which stood two huge mahogany doors. Almost running, Willow swiped a plastic key card through a device on one of the huge doors and it popped open immediately. Their passions all consuming, the women fell into the large room, hands ripping at clothes, limbs entwined in a deep and carnal dance.

Willow pulled at Tara's tie, assuming that it was a clip-on she was momentarily surprised to find that it remained in place. “Lights.” She growled into the darkness. The room was illuminated suddenly causing both women to squint at the harshness. Kissing and pulling Tara towards the large cream leather couch located in a sunken seated area, Willows mind searched for the command that would reduce the brightness in the room, her mind was full of Tara, the soft silky skin, her hypnotic smell and stunningly deep eyes drowned out the need for romantic lighting. As Tara fell, albeit gracefully, over the arm of the couch, Willow followed landing a little firmer than she’d wanted on the voluptuous woman. “Hangover!” she barked as she landed. Tara giggled, she had heard many words called out in moments of passion, but ‘hangover’ was a new one for her. The lights dimmed to a more suitable level and she understood.

Her giggles were swiftly turned into moans as Willows hand dove into her soaked panties and found her clit, painfully engorged and throbbing. Tara dug her nails through the thin material of Willows shirt causing the red head to groan and slide her fingers lower. Tara's hips bucked in response, desperate for this woman to be filling her, her hands slid further down Willows body finding her ass she pulled up the skirt that encased the firm flesh and squeezed hard as Willow expertly slid two fingers deep into her.
Tara moaned and writhed under the lithe and skilled woman on top of her, her hands finding Willows ass and parting the cheeks to stroke the puckered hole as Willow thrust deeper and hard into her, urgency taking the lead over any sensuousness.

Tara's breath was shallow, sweat ran a fine line between her shoulder blades and dampened her shirt as she growled and pushed Willow backwards, pouncing on top of the woman, she ripped the shirt open, buttons pinging off of the mirror on the wall to her right. She greedily took each hard nipple into her mouth as she caressed the firm, pert breasts before her. Kissing down her body, Willow moaned as Tara's tie tickled the path her lips had taken only seconds before. “Going down in flames.” Tara thought as she found Willow wet and throbbing for her. As she sucked the sweet, wet clit that screamed for attention, she felt Willow buck and moan before stiffening and pushing her head further into the wet mound before her. Sliding her tongue deep into Willow, Tara felt the muscles contract around it as Willow came hard, coating her tongue and lips in sweet juice. “What a way to burn!” Tara grinned and she licked and sucked Willow into a second screaming climax.

Suddenly she felt a pressure pulling at her neck and realised that Willow was dragging her back up by her tie. As she crawled to the hungry lips of the woman who had, only moments earlier, filled her mouth with her passion she growled, her own unfulfilled climax desperate to escape her. Willow kissed her deeply, tasting herself in the mouth of the blonde. She guided Tara up to sit astride her and her fingers began work at a frantic pace, thrusting deep into Tara as she rode the hand of the vivacious red head. He own climax rocketed through her body, soaking Willows hand and leaving her shaking in Willows arms.

Five

 

Sunlight streamed in through the huge windows and roused Tara from her sleep. She grudgingly opened her eyes and stretched. Panic set in momentarily until the memory of the nights activities calmed her. “Wow!” she breathed quietly.

Looking around the large, clean living room she found it to be empty of people. Tara sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes. To her right, an identical couch to the one she was sitting on, stretched out at a right angle, filling the wall to her left was a painting Tara immediately recognised, after all it was she who had painted it. In the centre of the sunken sitting area and directly in front of her, was a large glass coffee table, a bowl with floating scented candles in its middle and a handful of smaller tea lights around the edges. On the edge nearest her, Tara saw a piece of paper, folded in two with her name written over the front, the fine, elegant handwriting calling her.

She reached out and sighed, “The ole ‘fuck and run’” she said sadly as she lifted the note, unfolding it carefully.

You looked so sexy and peaceful that I didn’t have the heart to wake you.

The note caused Tara to grin from ear to ear as she read;

There’s fresh coffee in the kitchen and plenty to eat, although I doubt any of it will taste as good as you!!!!

Tara moaned, feeling a familiar dampness growing once again between her thighs.

I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up, I had some crisis to deal with, I tried to get out of it but they couldn’t cope without me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.
Help yourself to anything you want and I’ll see you soon.
Kisses, Willow.

Tara smiled and lifted herself off the couch, the smell of fresh coffee guided her towards the kitchen and she pushed the door open. “WOW!” she exclaimed as she took in the kitchen before her. “My apartment isn’t this big!” she said, in awe of the room. A large island in the middle of the room was capable of sitting at least 15 people around it although there were only four stools, pots and pans hung from the ceiling and a large bowl of fresh fruit sat on the shelf that ran the length of the island. As she walked deeper into the room, she noticed a brand new oven from which one could feed everyone in L.A in one sitting, a classic English country house sink and a huge fridge by the door.
Tara felt like she had fallen into MTV and was on a tour of a celebrities house. A small computer screen on the counter next to the fridge told her the temperature outside as well as giving her the option of controlling everything in the house, lights, water, the blinds in each room and even the shower.

Tara pulled open the door to the fridge and scanned its contents, after her exertions the night before, she was starving. The choices laid out before her were immense, fresh fruits of various types, yoghurts, eggs, bacon, sausages, amongst many other tasty looking morsels. One bowl caught her eye, it wore a tag bearing her name and she reached in.

Something fruity beautiful?

Willow had prepared a fresh fruit salad, strawberries, mango, pineapple, kiwi and grapes sat in the bowl. Tara smiled, “You’re amazing.” She told the empty kitchen as she placed the bowl on the island and turned to the coffee machine. Willow had laid her out both a cup and a mug, opting for the mug she poured the scalding liquid and turned back to her breakfast. After opening 8 drawers and still not finding a suitable eating utensil, Tara opted or the original way and used her fingers.

With the fruit rapidly eaten she washed her dish and mug and set out in search of the bathroom. A small corridor lead away from the living room and opened into another huge room, this one being Willow bedroom. The centre piece of the room being a massive four poster bed draped with soft white silk, pillows filled the head of the bed and Tara stood in silent amazement. To her far left a large oak door and continuing to her right was the corridor. “Place your bets.” She said as she walked into the room towards the door. She ran her fingers over the deep red cover on the bed and smiled, comfortable yet luxurious the room suited Willow down to the ground. She pushed the door open and stepped inside finding herself in a dark room or unknown content. “Oh, erm. Lights!” she commanded and the room lit up.
“Ok, not a bathroom!” she said as she looked around the room, clothes hung from rails everywhere, two large chests of drawers on the wall to her immediate left were topped with vases of fresh flowers and photos of various people who Tara could only assume were family or friends. The room smelled entirely like Willow, her perfume and well, just Willow. Tara crossed to one of the rails, her hand brushing the expensive material of the first suit hanging there. She breathed deeply, letting the aroma of the woman she had shared the best night with fill her lungs.

Quickly she turned back towards the door, the call of nature dragging her away from the sweet smell of the red head.
“Oh, erm….” She realised she didn’t know how to turn the lights off. “No lights?” she said aloud, they remained on and she danced on the spot. “Dark.” She tried, swearing under her breath when they remained on. She didn’t want Willow to think she had been snooping around but her bladder wouldn’t let her hang around to try and extinguish the lights on the room. “Stay on then!” she shouted and was suddenly plunged into darkness.
Giggling, Tara ran down the corridor and emerged in a bright, clean bathroom. She found the toilet behind door number 2 and cheered.
With her bathroom duties complete Tara noticed the time, “Oh shit!” she exclaimed running back towards the living room. She ran out of the front door, and frantically pushed the button for the life, she had to be at work in just over and hour, but she had to shower and change first.

As she emerged into the foyer, the young clerk stopped her. “Excuse me miss.” He called, ushering her over. “I believe this is yours.” He handed her her black apron that, in the passion of the night had been totally forgotten. “Thanks!” she said, grabbing the garment from his hand and rushing out into the afternoon sunshine.