Fucking Your Rival's Daughter

Ashley hadn't thought that she was much for clubs. From the outside, looking in, she found them too loud, the patrons too crass, and the whole thing an expensive waste of time where a whole night could cost as much as a pair of brand-new video games.

And she certainly would've had far more fun with the video games.

Yet, here she was, bouncing to the heavy beat of electronic music. The thud of the bass was enough to shake the floor, causing her teeth to violently clatter. But she didn't care. No, she was three screwdrivers, two fireballs, and a single icky beer in and she didn't care about a whole lot of things right now. She didn't care about how much she'd spent, she didn't care about how late it was, and she certainly didn't care about where her friends had run off to without her.

This was the best night of her fucking life and she was thriving.

She wobbled upon her feet but somehow guided herself towards the bar. It was like a second home now, a siren beaconing her onwards, plying her with booze and energy drinks. Honestly, it was the only thing keeping her going.

How could she have been so foolish? This place fucking ruled. Everything about this was the best thing ever. Was she some sort of idiot or something for not seeing things in the right light before?

As she moved over, she looked to the side, seeing the rainbow décor of this place. She hadn't even known that they made clubs in a gay variant before. It was nice, safe, and maybe even a little comforting. Honestly, it was the only reason that her friends had been able to convince her to come out in the first place.

Where were...

Her train of thought was derailed as she caught a look at herself in the mirror.

She was a cute little white girl in a bright red cocktail dress, a fresh purchase which she felt only a little bit awkward in. Her hair was long and brown, frazzled even after all of the product that her friends had sprayed into it. And her make-up was less than perfect, good enough for what she needed.

There had been a lot of awkwardness in Ashley since she first became Ashley but... the screwdrivers certainly helped make her prospective view on the issue a little less defeatist than usual. Man... vodka really slapped, huh?

By some miracle, she found the bar, settling into an empty stool and planting her hands within her lap. The bartenders were currently helping other patrons. It was a busy night, after all; a pride night.

While she waited, she looked at the back bar, seeing rows upon rows of bottles. Who knew that they sold so many different brands of liquor? Certainly not her! What even was a Crown Royal? Who was Smirnoff? Maybe she should try one of those out sometime.

A voice cut through the music, gruff but still distinctly feminine. "Caroline... No... I..."

Ashley looked over and felt her balls leap right into her throat. The woman next to her was striking, positively striking.

It was an older woman, maybe in her late forties if not early fifties. She was dressed in a well-cut lavender suit with her greyish-red hair well-styled with a sharp undercut. In one hand was a cracked cell phone and in the other a glass of brown liquid with a singular ice cube swirling around inside of it. She seemed irritated by whatever this phone call was about.

"You know what I think," the woman growled. "I think that you're being an irrational bitch." She scoffed, nearly laughing with the disdain that she so obviously felt. "Oh, you don't think that I'm getting this merger through. Guess you spread your legs for the fucking judge, huh? That's the only way you can be certain of anything, you..."

Her scowl turned sharper until she ripped the phone away from her ear and smashed the hang up button. All of a sudden that cracked screen made a whole lot of sense as she seemed mere seconds away from flinging it with all of her might.

Yet, some semblance of a rational mind still existed as she instead slipped it back into her breast pocket. She chugged her drink, smacking the rock glass down with the fury that she'd been building for the phone. Thankfully, it seemed to be made of hearty stuff, surviving the impact with not so much as a crack.

She then sighed and looked over, going wide eyed as she noticed that she'd captured Ashley's attention.

Oh shit, you're gawking.

"Sorry," Ashley blurted, ripping her gaze away.

The woman shook her head. "Sorry about that." She snorted. "Ex-business partner who decided to ruin my night."

"Sorry to hear that," Ashley practically squeaked.

"First time at the club?" the woman asked, lifting her hand and flagging down the bartender.

You could just do that?

Ashley bit her lip. "That obvious?"

"You look like a doe in the headlights," the woman said, smirking. "What's your name?"

"Ashley," Ashley replied, nodding towards her. "You?"

The woman smirked. "Riley."

Riley... why did that name sound so familiar?

Ashley pushed it out of her head. Probably just her brain wanting to make connections that weren't really there. It did that sometimes.

What was important was that there was a really hot MILF trying to talk to her and she needed to dedicate at least fifty percent of her remaining brain power towards accomplishing that task with total rizz. She could worry about the connections when she inevitably blew it.

Not productive! Fuck, why did I have so many Screwdrivers? Don't seem drunk, don't seem drunk...

"Can I get you something to drink?" Riley asked.

Ashley nodded and flashed a smile that she was sure was totally and absolutely suave. Yes, there was zero chance that it came off as anything approaching anxious as she was a totally composed girl. "I'll have whatever you're having."

Riley lifted a brow, glancing at what had likely been a glass of bourbon or rye or some other sort of amber-coloured whiskey. "Are you sure?"

"No," Ashley admitted, biting her lip. "How about a water?"

"I can do a water," Riley said.

The bartender came over. He was a burly gay man with an eyebrow piercing and an expression which seemed like the phantom of a good time that was well into its third hour of rigor mortis.

"One more bourbon and also a water for my friend," Riley said.

"Friend," the bartender said, looking between them. He simply rolled his eyes as he drifted over to one of the bottles of whiskey.

What was that about?

"So, are you in school?" Riley asked.

Ashley nodded. "Nearly finished with my final year of university."

"Interesting." Riley turned towards her, giving her complete and undivided attention. "Why don't you tell me about that?'

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Ashley was barely through the front door when she felt hands upon her body. They were familiar hands, Riley's hands.

Riley pressed her back against the wall, pinning her in place and smashing her lips forcefully against her own. Her tongue was just as quick to take advantage as she drove it forwards, invading her mouth. She seemed so very skilled about this.

Not that Ashley would ever dare complain.

The woman tasted of whiskey, cigarettes, and a whole lot of experience. Her hands were rather rough but not overly so as she rested one upon her side and used the other to grope her ass, squeezing it through the tight material of her dress.

"Fuck," Ashley groaned into her mouth.

This seemed to spur Riley on. The woman crammed her tongue even further inside, going as deep as it would possibly go, swirling it around. She was obviously enjoying her time exploring the depths of Ashley's maw, gliding along her teeth as if taking inventory of them.

How have I gotten into this situation?

Ashley didn't care. She didn't care in the slightest.

This woman was hot in a way that no woman her own age really was. She was seasoned and taboo, filling this strange little niche which had been festering at the very core of her personhood.

Riley wedged a knee between her legs, pressing down upon...

"Oh, hello there," Riley teased, leering at her as she drew back. She made a show of licking her lips. "I see that she's come out to play."

Ashley flushed bright red, feeling her erection slip forth with a forbidden sort of life. She reached down and tried to tug her dress over top of it. Yet, there was little that she could honestly do as that pesky boner seemed keen on tenting onwards, straining against the paltry material of her gown. It was going to expose itself regardless of her desires on the subject.

"Sorry," she whispered.

Riley scoffed. "Sweetie, you're not the first trans girl I've been with and you certainly won't be the last." She leaned in and kissed her on the side of her neck, nipping at the skin of her throat. "Nothing to be sorry about."

Don't trauma dump. Don't bring up your mother. Please, don't trauma dump.

Riley drew away from her and made her way towards the kitchen, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her shattered composure and try desperately to deal with her now rock-hard erection.

"How about I get you another water?" Riley asked

"Water," Ashley said, nodding quickly. Her brain was so overstimulated that it was really the only concept that she had any sort of grasp on. "That would be nice."

She followed after Riley, taking in the state of this abode. It was modern and in a new neighbourhood with decor and furnishings which seemed to match the status of someone who resided in this sort of environment.

What did this woman even do for a living? She'd said it before but it had entered and exited Ashley's mind, like so many thoughts tonight.

She saw a few things framed upon the walls, both a bachelors and masters degrees, various awards, and a great number of photos of her shaking hands with people who seemed extremely important though utterly unknown to someone like Ashley. There was also a picture that she swore was of this woman with her...

"Ashley?" Riley asked.

Ashley stirred and continued towards the kitchen. That must've been a trick of the eye. Yeah, that was it.

The kitchen was also modern with high tech appliances and a giant marble island smack dab in the middle of it. Riley was leaning against it and there were two giant glasses of mercifully cold water right in front of her. She slid one of them over to Ashley before taking a sip from the other.

"This place is nice," Ashley whispered.

Riley smirked. "Life's been good to me."

"What is it that you do again?" Ashley asked, looking around. She took the glass and helped herself to a sip. It must've been her imagination but it almost seemed that the water here just tasted better. Like the neighbourhood somehow made it more prestigious. "You're like a lawyer or something, right?"

"Something like that," Riley replied, winking at her.

"My mom is a lawyer too," Ashley said.

Riley smirked. "Is that so?"

She drew an arm around Ashley, resting it against her side and pulling her in close. It was strange to be this intimate with another woman. At this distance, she could smell her cologne, the spicy scent covering up almost all of the various sins upon her breath.

It was strange to be this close. From here, she could see the wrinkles etched into Riley's cheeks and the dull blue of her eyes. There were the marks of age. This woman was so much more capable than herself. What was she even doing wasting time on a stupid little girl like her?

"I have a question for you?" Riley asked.

Ashley stirred, nodding.

"Do you want to have sex with me tonight?" Riley followed up, still rubbing at her arm.

Ashley burned bright red. "You can't just ask that!"

Riley scoffed and took another sip of water. "What are they teaching you kids these days? I thought you were supposed to be up and up on active and enthusiastic consent and all of that jazz." She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Because I would like to have sex with you."

Did Ashley want that?

...

It turned out that the answer was yes. Abso-fucking-lutely!

"I would like that," Ashley said, nodding. "I mean if you're interested."

Riley smirked and kissed her on the side of the jaw. "Yes, I want that, you fucking bottom."

"I am not a..." Riley began though felt the sentence falter as she realized that there was no avoiding the allegations.

"And do you feel sober enough to consent?" Riley then asked, drawing away from the kiss and looking her in the eye. "Be honest with me, sweetie. I don't want to be a night that you'll regret."

The way she says sweetie reminds me of...

Why did she think that?! Now, she was blushing AND an absolute mess. She forced herself to nod quickly in some feeble hope of alleviating the growing heat in her cheeks. It didn't work. No, not in the slightest, simply making her burn even brighter than before.

What were these buttons? Where had they come from?

"I don't think I could ever regret this," Ashley admitted.

Riley seemed taken aback by this. It was actually kind of nice to see that slight dusting of red. The look in her eye was like she was gauging the sincerity of that remark. Or maybe that confession had actually managed to get under her skin. Regardless, it was nice to know that Ashley possessed some means of throwing this woman off-kilter; if only a little.

"I mean you're really hot," Ashley followed up.

Riley smirked. "And so are you." She looked down at her glass of water and suddenly tilted it back, finishing it without pause. Once finished, she clacked the glass upon the countertop. "But finish with that water first, dear. It's important to stay hydrated."

"Yes, ma'am," Ashley teased, picking up her own glass and replicating what the woman did. Or at least, she tried to do so as her own attempt at chugging resulted in the water quickly overwhelming her mouth and instead flowing across her cheeks and down her neck.

Smooth Ashley...

She flushed as she placed the glass back down, forcing a smile as she wiped at her drench complexion. Riley at least had the tact not to comment on that, merely smirking at the sight.

There was a pause, a tick, a moment to establish some sort of internal status quo between them.

And in the end, it was actually Ashley who acted first. She leaned in and mashed her lips against Riley's, pushing her tongue forcefully into the other woman's mouth. It was downright delicious to catch her off guard like that, reaching out and digging her fingers into the material of her suit jacket as she clung to it for dear life.

Riley made a guttural noise and leaned into this affection, paying it back in kind. She was quick to reclaim her post, pressing back against Ashley and using both her body and tongue to establish an instinct kind of dominance.

Ashley soon had her back to the island with a pair of tongues tangoing within her mouth.

The old butch rested her hands underneath her ass, lifting her up and perching her upon the island. Those fingers really dug in, gripping her tightly through the thin material of her dress. It felt good to be touched like that and manhandled so freely.

"Riley," Ashley whispered, letting out this breathy moan as the woman drew away from her lips. "Keep doing that."

"Doing what?" Riley asked, planting a kiss upon her neck. She nipped at her flesh, tasting her. "Use your words, sweetie."

Ashley swallowed, feeling her pleasure crawl right back up to the forefront of her mind. "Touching me like that, kissing me like that... being with me like that."

"I can do that," Riley said. She drew a hand away from Ashley's ass and instead placed it upon her leg, sliding it under the hem of her dress. Those fingers felt almost electric as they danced across her pale thigh, heading towards a taboo location underneath her dress. "Can I play with your..."

"Cock?" Ashley asked.

Riley nodded as she delivered another kiss to her neck. "Yes."

This time she latched onto her skin, suckling quite roughly. There was this lovely blossom of pain as she pulled upon her flesh, tugging upon it so very firmly. The sensation was nearly overwhelming, making Ashley squeak. Surely, this would leave a wonderful blemish behind.

Don't you have class in the morning...

Don't you ever know when to shut up, brain?

"You can touch it," Ashley blurted, flushing as she heard that deep ugly crack in her voice. It was gnarly and jagged, not something she wished to hear.

If Riley noticed, she was classy enough not to let on. Instead, she allowed her hand to travel deeper under the hem of Ashley's dress. She soon rested her palm against her panties, grinding against the not so little bulge which tented against them with rebellious intent.

There was already a glistening wet spot down there, a dollop of lust which Ashley was ashamed to have surrendered so easily.

"You're adorable," Riley whispered, panting against her neck.

Ashley whimpered. "Am not!"

"You whimpering like that doesn't really help your case," Riley teased, tutting as she shook her head. She was so close that her hair actually tickled as it brushed against Ashley's skin. "How about we take this to the bedroom?"

The bedroom sounded nice but it also sounded like it was about a million miles away. How could anyone hope to possibly move such a distance when paradise was right here? What could the bedroom offer that these hands and lips and warmth and... everything else couldn't already provide out here?

But it seemed that there was enough rationality in Ashley as she still nodded along to Riley's request. This woman clearly knew what she was talking about.

Riley drew back but instead of letting go of Ashley, she lifted her up. She didn't look that strong but she clearly was, handling Ashley as if she weighed nothing at all. It was impressive, seeing how little she strained in order to accommodate her.

Ashley decided to help her along, wrapping her legs around her back and pulling her hips in close. She locked herself around the other woman, clinging to her for dear life. And in exchange, Riley held on tight, not seeming to have any intention of letting go.

"You're so fucking hot," Riley groaned.

Ashley whimpered. "Thank you, ma'am."

The house beyond moved like a blur, time itself seemed to move just as jarringly. Before she was even really aware of it, they were in a new room and Riley was flinging her away.

Ashley cried out but thankfully the bed was right there, comforting her as she fell into its sheets. The mattress was soft and the quilt almost pillow-like, another welcomed addition to a home which already felt so comforting.

As Ashley looked up, she saw Riley standing right there, adjusting her tie. She loosened it and tossed it aside. This wasn't enough as she also shed her suit jacket, revealing a buttoned-up shirt underneath. Without the jacket, Ashley could see the definition in those arms. A view which was only reinforced as Riley took her time to unbutton the cuffs, rolling the sleeves up along her bulky forearms.

"Fuck," Ashley whispered. "You're so hot."

Riley smirked. "When you get my age there are two paths laid out in front of you. Either you become a smoking hot MILF or a kindly grandmother."

"Glad you picked the smoking hot MILF option then," Ashley said, stirring as she realized what she'd just said that aloud. Her cheeks warmed a couple of shades of red. Though this honestly seemed like it would be her natural hue this evening. What was the point of even trying to fight it? "If that's okay for me to say!"

"I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't, sweetie," Riley said, winking at her.

She came back over to the bed and sat down upon the edge of it, looking at the young little girlthing laid out for her. It was hard to parse what exactly was going through her mind but she seemed wolfish, hungry, grinning with teeth that seemed far sharper than what any reasonable human should've possibly had. Or maybe that was just her brain doing a little bit of wishful thinking on her behalf.