Chapter 4 - Joining in the Hunt

Hey everyone. I've been really busy lately, and that, combined with the fact that I seem completely unable to write short chapters, means that I haven't been posting much. Hopefully that will get better soon.

I marked this story as complete previously, but then I got the urge to write a little more. I'm working toward a new end point, which will probably take another two chapters or so.

Content: fff, oral, fingering, mild SM

Max saw Carmine several more times over then next few months. At first it was usually because called Carmine, but eventually Carmine started initiating their meetups. Max was hesitant to call them dates, since they usually followed the same pattern: they would go to a club -- usually the same one they had met at, near campus, but eventually Carmine started taking her to some of the more high-end clubs in town -- where they would dance until Max was all heated up (Carmine always seemed to keep the same composed look) and then they would retire to Max's room or, after the first few times, to Carmine's apartment.

It had looked just about how Max had expected it to look. She knew, from the way she dressed and the car she drove, that Carmine had to be pretty wealthy, so it was no surprise that she had a pretty big apartment at the top of a tall building near the center of town. The décor was pretty much as expected, as well, all dark woods and luxurious in a slightly old-fashioned kind of way, though the electronics were all top-of-the-line. The only surprise had been the small, underequipped kitchen. Still, from the way Carmine talked, she usually ate out, so that was maybe to be expected.

The bedroom was certainly well-equipped, with a big bed covered in soft blankets and fluffy pillows. No that she had had too much time to admire it, that first time, because Carmine had thrown her onto the bed and stripped her in record time, and had then pinned her to the bed with her pussy on her face for an hour.

***

Still, they usually met up in the club at first, before ending up at one of their places (and once they hadn't even made it to Max's dorm but had ended up tangled together in the driver's seat of Carmine's car. Max's back had taken days to recover, and she was pretty sure that she had bruised a kidney on the shifter. So too today.

They had had a drink and spent a bit of time dancing. To Max's disappointment, the music had been too energetic up to now for slow-dancing, thought the faster beat had gotten her blood pumping pleasantly. Now they were back at the bar while Max took a break. Carmine, as usual, didn't look like she was even breathing hard.

Max leaned against the bar, her side pressed against Carmine, as she sipped a glass of water. The dancing had gotten her heated up, and the had got pretty close at the end of the last song, so she had been expecting Carmine to be all over her now. Instead, she was staring off to the side while she nursed her own drink.

"Carmine?" Max asked. "What's so interesting over there?"

It took Carmine a moment to respond, and when she turned to max she was wearing a thoughtful expressing, though that took nothing away from the intensity of her gaze as her eyes locked with Max's. There was the familiar red glint in those amber eyes again, the one that Max had decided was caused by a trick of the light when Carmine's pupils were particularly wide with interest. Max had learned to associate it with good things happening to her in the very near future.

The musings as she was entranced by those eyes caused Max to miss the first few words when Carmine spoke.

"Sorry, what?" She had to raise her voice to be heard over the music as a particularly loud song started up.

"I *asked*," Carmine said, smiling, "if you remember the time your roomma- the time you told me about the fantasies you had about your roommate."

"Um," Max stammered, at this unexpected question. She had tried not to think about that too much, because it was really awkward to live with someone after you had had some really explicit fantasies about them. But...

"I remember, yeah" She wasn't sure where Carmine was going with this, but ever since she had met Carmine, she had found it hard not to be honest with her. In any case, being honest about her fantasies usually led to good -- hot -- things later.

"I was- You said you thought about me being there as well?" She waited for Max to nod, and went on, "Was that specifically- your fantasy about your roommate, or would playing with a third girl be something you're interested in in any case?"

She turned to the side again, and Max followed her gaze while she tried to process this. It clicked when she saw what the object of Max's attentions was.

A girl about Max's age was leaning against the wall, watching the crowd. she was really going for the goth look: below-the shoulders black hair, pale makeup, black skirt, fishnet stockings and knee-length black boots. Max hadn't thought about... multiple people... since that tell-all session about her fantasies, but now that Carmine had suggested it she suddenly had a vivid vision of the girl pushed up against the wall, Max and Carmine pinning her from either side.

"Um," she stammered again. "Maybe? It's a little sudden, and how do you know if she'd even be interested?"

"Leave that to me." She smiled wickedly. "You know my effect on women..."

Carmine held the smile for a moment, their eyes locking again, and then she was stalking toward the goth girl, bringing Max along with a light grip on her wrist.

Goth-girl looked up as they approached, and Max was sure she herself had worm the same expression when Carmine had first approached her: apprehensive, but wide-eyed and unable to look away from her graceful, approaching form.. Max watched the girl's tongue flick out to lick her lips, pink contrasting against her dark lipstick.

An then, as Carmine stopped a foot away from the girl, Max herself half a step behind her, Max made up her mind. She wanted to see what Carmine's seduction looked like from the other side, wanted to join in as well.

So, as Carmine took up position on the girl's right side and said, "Hi there," to her in that husky voice, Max moved to the girl's other side.

The girl's eyes moved between them, uncertain, until Carmine caught her gaze and held it.

"Um. Hi?" The girl squeaked, her stammering tone familiar to Max as one she herself had regularly used in the face of the full force of Carmine's personality.

"You're not dancing." Carmine's voice was flat.

The girl tried to give Carmine an unimpressed look, but it was rather ruined by the was her eyes widened when Carmine's hand brushed hers.

"Um," she began again, but Carmine shushed her.

"You should dance with Max," Carmine said. It sounded less like a suggestion than a command.

Max caught the look the girl shot her, and decided that she should step in at this point. She reached out and took the girl's hand in hers. The fingers, with the black-painted nails, were warm against her palm.

"Yes, let's," se encouraged her, and tried to smile invitingly.

The girl hesitated for another moment, but after a tug on her hand and with a wink from Carmine she let Max lead her onto the dance floor. She was still uncertain, at first, looking over her shoulder once or twice at Carmine, until Max took her by the arm and began to move with the music. Then she responded quickly. It took only a few moments until she was moving along with Max. The two of then played off each other well, and in no time at all they were dancing closely, rubbing against each other as they followed the rapid rhythm. Max felt the beat of the music along with the thump of her heart in her chest. Their gazes locked together in the flickering light and it seemed like everything around them disappeared as they focused on each other and on the heat of their bodies pressed close together. The thought passed through Max's mind, fleetingly, of how quickly she had become used to the feeling of a soft feminine body moving against hers.

***

When Carmine returned to the dance floor, she spent a few moments simply watching her girl and their new catch dance together in the flickering lights and the pounding music. The new girl was responding very well. It had not taken much to convince her to dance with Max, and now, without further encouragement from Carmine, she was grinding intently against her partner.
Carmine felt herself smile widely. She had noticed the targets of the girl's occasional glances around the club, so she had been sure of her orientation, and she had also been pretty sure that Max had been the target of a few of those glances. From the current display on the dance floor, Carmine had been entirely correct, and the small nudge she had given the girl had been more than enough to make her act on her attraction and make her open to Max's advances.

Now to see what more the girl would be open to.

Carmine walked across the dance floor, slinking around the other dancers until she was right beside Max and their new friend, neither of whom noticed her right away, intent as they were on each other. She was able to lean close to them.

"Hi again," she said, smiling at the way the goth girl jumped.

Max responded more gracefully, thought it was still clear that Carmine had startled her as well. She turned, keeping one hand possessively on the girl's waist.

"Hey, Carmine," she said, sounding out of breath. "What's up?"

"It's a little busy out here," Carmine said, keeping her eyes on the new girl's. "Shall we go somewhere more private?"

She kept her voice deliberately low, and the girl leaned in unconsciously. Even with her pale makeup, her face was clearly flushed, but she still had enough control to hesitate for a moment.

"Um..." she began, until Max's hand slid down and landed on her butt.

"Come on," Max said, "I could use a break."

The girl looked up into Max's smiling face, then nodded and let herself be led along. Carmine knew that Max didn't know where they were going, but she followed Carmine and brought the girl along.

As Carmine walked a step or two ahead of them, she could hear a whispered inquiry from the girl about where they were going, which Max deftly hushed with a whispered, "You'll see." Her husky voice contained enough unspoken promise for the girl to come along eagerly.

***

Max followed Carmine up a set of stairs, keeping a hand lightly on her new friend's waist to urge her along, onto the second level to a closed door with an employee of the club standing next to it. The man waved them inside and closed the door after them, cutting off most of the thumping beat and leaving them in sudden dark silence.

A moment later, there was a click and a couple of lights in the ceiling flickered to life, revealing a room with a couple of booths around the edges and a pool table in the center.

"Oh!" the new girl exclaimed. "The VIP room?"

Max saw Carmine, a couple of steps in front of them, turn around and smile at their new friend.

"Not exactly, it's just a room that's available for smaller parties and things," she said, moving toward a booth and gesturing for the others to join her. "I know the manager, so I asked if it was available."

Max and the other girl had continued closer as Carmine spoke, and now they had reached where Carmine was leaning against the booth's small table. She looked the girl in the ye and, without breaking eye contact, took Max's hand and deftly slid into the seat, pulling Max along. Max ended up with her back pressed against Carmine's side, her legs hanging over the outside edge of the seat.

"So, you had fun with Max?" Carmine asked, snaking her arm around Max's waist.

"Er... Yes. She's a good dancer." The goth girl frowned and looked around uncertainly. "Why-" she began again, but Carmine interrupted.

"What's your name?" she asked, as her hand slowly lifted the hem of Max's top a few inches.

"Um," the girl stammered, her gaze drawn to the newly-exposed strip of skin, "It's, um, Rose."

"Hello Rose," Carmine smiled. "I'm Carmine, and this is Max. So you enjoyed dancing with her." Carmine demonstratively kissed the side of Max's neck, making her shiver, while her fingers played around her belly button. "Maybe you'd like to do something else, as well?"

From what Max could see from the corner of her eye Carmine was holding eye contact while she nibbled on Max's earlobe.

"I... don't know," Rose began, but she faltered when Carmine lifted Max's shirt further until the bottom of her bra was visible.

"Oh, if you don't know maybe you should wait and watch for a bit," Carmine teased," and Max could hear the smirk in her voice as much as she felt it against her skin. "Just wait by the pool table and I'll show you some things to help you decide."

Rose froze for a moment, then nodded slowly and stumbled back until she bumped against the edge of the pool table. Score another one fro Carmine's 'effect on women,' Max thought.

Then a rush of excitement ran through her as Carmine flipped her shirt up further, revealing her bra-clad breasts and making Rose's eyes go wide. Max caught Rose's gaze and held it while Carmine's mouth continued to play over her neck and her hand caressed her breasts, skimming along the lower edge of her bra and slowly working it upward to reveal more skin.

Rose let out an embarrassed squeak, but her eyes left Max's only to roam over Max's body as Carmine slowly revealed more and more. Carmine held Max close and gently caressed and kneaded her breasts until finally her bra was pushed up all the way and they popped out completely.

She caught Rose licking her lips as Carmine kept going, flicking a nipple until it hardened into a little peak. She felt a sudden urge to tease their spectator, to see how far she could push her.

"Ah!" she breathed. "Carmine is- very good with her hands," she told Rose, watching as the girl bit her lip.

"Maybe some more demonstration?" Carmine murmured by her ear.

Max didn't know if it was meant for her or for Rose, but she nodded anyway. A second hand appeared, on her stomach, fingertips playing over her skin on their way down, skimming over her skirt until they reached the hem and flipped it up.

Max shivered with pleasure at the touch of cool air and watched as Rose stiffened, her eyes widening further. She would have never even thought of trying it before, but it had taken Carmine little effort to convince her to leave her underwear off today, so she knew the sight that now awaited their spectator: pinkness peeking out from between her dark outer lips, the first hint of moisture probably already visible from the excitement of their earlier dancing and from Carmine's attentions now. She kept the whole area bare, because Carmine liked it that way.

She watched, eyes locked on Rose, as Carmine's fingers played along her slit, avoiding anywhere really sensitive but showing everything off. The goth girl's teeth tightened visible on her lower lip, and Max was sure that it hurt, but Rose didn't seem to notice, her attention never wavering from what Carmine was doing to Max.

"S-see?" Max stammered, as Carmine's middle finger fount its mark, brushing over the nub of her clit peeking out of its hood, and dipped shallowly between her nether lips and into her pussy. "G-good with her hands."

Max saw Rose's bottom lip turn white as she bit down on it, and she played up her own response as Carmine's finger moved deeper inside and the palm of her hand brushed Max's clit. After that, Max quickly found it difficult to keep her attention on Rose. Carmine's fingers worked skillfully, strumming her clit and fingering her pussy, building up Max's pleasure while keeping Rose's view clear. Carmine's other hand went to Max's breasts and kneaded them demonstratively, one at a time.

This time, Max's moan was not exaggerated, though, as she tried to keep watching Rose, the watching girl's response was still all that she could have hoped. The girl's hand moved, seemingly without thought on her part, to a breast and squeezed it sharply through the fabric of her top.

When Carmine mirrored the movement, pinching Max's nipple between her fingers, Max let out an undignified yelp and twisted in place. That made Rose moan loudly, as her hand scrabbled at the hem of her top. She flipped it up quickly and undid the front clasp of her lacy black bra with a twist of her wrist, and then her fingers were on a nipple, twisting it hard. Max was pretty sure it had to hurt, but the sound that rose made, and her expression, showed only pleasure.

When Carmine mirrored that, as well, she found that it did hurt, and she squirmed in Carmine's grasp. "Too much!" she yelped, between moans.

Carmine thankfully backed off a little, though her fingers suddenly thrust inside, making Max arch her back and struggle in Carmine's grip at the sudden stimulation. The fingers suddenly slid out again, and then fell into a rhythm, thrusting in and out of her slick pussy slowly but constantly, while the heel of Carmine's hand ground against her clit with every thrust and her hand on her breasts caressed them in the same rhythm.

Carmine slowly but surely sped up her thrusting, making sure to give Max's clit plenty of attention and continuing her assault on her nipples. It didn't take long before Max was squirming in place and only Carmine's firm grip was stopping her from sliding out of her seat. The heat building between her legs was only increased by the show Rose was, not entirely intentionally, putting on in front of her.

Rose twisted her nipples hard, and she war pressing her thighs together hard and rubbing them together. Her dark eyes were locked on Carmine's fingers playing between Max's thighs and her mouth fell halfway open as she panted with desire.

Max quickly felt herself rushing toward her climax, and it was the sight of the way Rose pulled her own nipples hard, and the pained but ecstatic expression on her face, that proved the final straw. Max's vision tunneled until all she could see was the goth girl's face as pleasure exploded between her legs and her orgasm washed over her. She let out a strangled moan as Carmine's fingers kept up their skillful dance, holding her at the point of ecstasy until all the breath left her lungs, leaving her light-headed in the aftermath as she slowly came down from her peak and collapsed weakly against Carmine, her gaze finally leaving Rose as her head lolled to the side.

***

While the aftershocks ran through Max's body, Carmine stood up and gently lowered her to the bench, taking a moment to appreciate the look of her rumpled clothes, her swollen pussy, and the perspiration on her forehead.

Then she turned back to the new girl. That one was still playing with her own breasts, her gaze locked on Max and her desire clearly visible in her wide eyes and by the way she kept squeezing her thighs together. She didn't respond as Carmine approached her, and only when Carmine touched her arm did she, with a jerk of surprise, look away from Max.

Carmine looked into her lust-fogged eyes and felt herself smile predatorily. The girl was practically panting for it, and she had barely had to push her at all. Carmine hadn't know how ready Max was to help with this seduction, but she had clearly done a good job. Now for the final step...

"Did you like that, Rose?" Carmine purred, stroking the girl's arm and feeling the goosebumps erupt under her fingers.

"Y-yes," Rose stammered, her eyes flicking back and forth between Carmine and the recovering Max. She kept pulling her nipples without her being consciously aware of it.

"So, now do you know if you want to do some more?"

It was clear that the girl had some difficulty processing this, but eventually she seemed to grasp to what Carmine was referring.

"Oh! Yes! I do. Um... What is-" she began, stumbling over her words in her enthusiasm.

Carmine's smile widened. The girl was so ready, and it had taken hardly effort on her part at all. Her eyes were drawn to the girl's dark lipstick as she stammered, and it was immediately clear to her what she was going to have the girl start off with.

"I mean, what do you want to-" the girl went on, but Carmine had heard enough.

She stepped forward, pushing the girl's legs apart with her thigh, reached out to slide her hand along the back of her pale neck, and brought her lips to the girl's. The girl's voice cut off as Carmine captured her mouth in a crushing kiss. She wasted no time, pausing only for a brief nip at her lower lip before bringing her tongue into play, running it along the girl's teeth and wrestling with her own tongue, leaving the girl no control of the kiss.

A thrill of -- fully expected -- triumph ran through her as Rose let out a breathy whine of pleasure and melted in her arms. The girl's hands went to Carmine's sides and held on clumsily and her thighs trembled against Carmine's legs as Carmine deepened the kiss, barely leaving the girl any opportunity to breathe. Carmine's other hand slowly travelled up the girl's side, taking the hem of her shirt along and making her skin break out in goosebumps with every feather-light touch.

When Amber was gasping for air and pressing herself desperately against Carmine, she finally broke the kiss.

"I think," she began, looking into Rose's wide eyes as the girl tried to pull her back, "that we should start by having you do me a favor. Max has had her fun, and you've had the time to play while you watched us, but no-one has touched me at all yet."

Rose frowned, visibly having trouble thinking as the pleasure rushed through her. As Carmine encouraged her with by brushing her fingers through the hair at the back of her head, she seemed eager to please. Or at least to go along with Carmine.

"W-what should I do?"

Her eyes remained locked with Carmine's as Carmine took half a step back and then, with her fingertips at her hips, urged her forward off the edge of the table. She stumbled on unsteady legs, and Carmine took the opportunity to urge her to her knees. It took only some gently pressure, and Carmine could feel her smile turn into a smirk as the girl knelt before her, staring up at her.

Carmine had picked the right dress for this; with the high slit up one leg it was easy to lift up the front to give the girl access to where Carmine wanted her. She saw the girl's eyes swing downward abruptly as Carmine revealed herself. She hadn't seen the point of wearing underwear, and was satisfied to see the girl's mouth open unconsciously and her tongue dart out to lick her lips.

"I'm sure you know what to do," she purred, as she grasped the girl's hair hard enough to make her gasp, "so get to it!"

She started to push Rose's head forward, but it took only a little nudge before the girl dove in on her own. She felt the girl's hot breath on her -- by now quite wet -- pussy for half a second before her lips made contact. It was immediately obvious that Rose was experienced at this. She nibbled at Carmine's lips and probed around with her tongue, quickly cataloguing all the spots that made Carmine jump with pleasure.

Carmine normally liked to act aloof the first time with a new conquest, but now that she noticed her newest girl's enthusiasm and skill, she rewarded her by being more obvious in her responses. She let herself moan and sigh whenever the girl found a sensitive spot or licked her particularly skillfully. The girl learned her responses very quickly, and soon her tongue was swiping between Carmine's folds in long steady licks, interspersed by quick sucks at her clit each time her mouth reached the top of her pussy.

Soon Carmine was having trouble staying upright on her trembling legs and had to steady herself by gripping Rose's hair hard between her fingers. The girl made a sharp sound of pain when Carmine's fingers tightened but her mouth only sped up, pressing harder against Carmine's pussy as she slurped and lapped up her wetness.

Carmine looked down with a smile to see Rose looking up at her adoringly, her makeup running and smeared across her face with Carmine's fluids. She could see the girl breathing sharply whenever she had a chance to take a breath, could feel the girl's fingers tighten around her legs and stroking her ass under the back of her dress, and the sight sent shivers of pleasure up her body. She could use a little bit more to reach her climax, however.

Her fingers tightened in the black hair again, yanking Rose back a few inches so that Carmine could clearly see her wet face clearly, her expression pained but still rapturous at Carmine's presence.

"Use your fingers," Carmine commanded, trying to make it sound like a purr even with the pleasure coursing through her body.

Rose gave a tiny nod before Carmine pulled her forward again, where she quickly resumed her earlier efforts. Rose's black-nailed fingers soon left Carmine's thigh and crept upward between her legs, the tips brushing her slit along Rose's tongue for a few moments before two of them slid easily into the dripping hole. Carmine groaned in encouragement, aware that her superior attitude was failing as her conquest's fingers thrust all the way inside, twinging around each other and twisting in her channel as they explored it.

Rose knew what she was looking for, because her questing fingers soon found Carmine's G-spot. Carmine's knees almost buckled at the sudden bolt of pleasure, and she let herself lean forward to steady herself with a hand on the edge of the pool table as Rose began slowly pistoning her fingers in and out, sliding against every little sensitive spot inside with every thrust.

"You- are a good little pussy licker, aren't you?" Carmine panted, after a while as her pleasure continued to build.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Rose replied, with twinkling eyes and a big smile on her shining face, before Carmine pushed her pussy against the girl's face again to keep the pleasure going.

Rose added a third finger, and it didn't take long for those thrusting fingers, combined with her quickly-working lips and tongue, to push Carmine to the brink.

"Y-yes! Almost!" Carmine stammered, no longer bothering to keep up the attitude under Rose's onslaught.

She thought she felt a smile against her pussy lips as Rose's fingers gave a last burst of speed while her lips locked around Carmine's swollen clit and sucked hard.

It was enough. Carmine's legs locked and her hands tightened on the edge of the table as all the breath in her lungs left in a single whoosh and without even a moan when a bolt of electric pleasure shot up from her clit. There was a yelp from Rose and her mouth left Carmine's pussy as Carmine's fingers tightened reflexively in her hair and pulled her away. They stood like that for a few seconds, Carmine frozen in position as her orgasm washed through her while she held the goth girl in place in front of her.

Finally, her orgasm passed. She stood on weak legs for a moment and looked down at Rose, who was still looking up at her with bright eyes.

"That was pretty good," she said, making Rose smile proudly, then dropped down and leaned back against one of the table legs. "You're going to get your reward in a moment."

She gathered the girl up into an arm and held her close. Then, with a smirk, she brought her other hand to the girl's nipple and gave it a sharp tug.

***

Max had been aware of the fact that Carmine was playing with Rose, but while she recovered from her climax she hadn't felt the need to look. Now that her body felt like it would obey her again, she sat up and looked over at the others.

Carmine was kissing the girl hard, biting at her lower lip, while at the same time viciously twisting and pulling at her nipples. Rose didn't seem to object as she alternately squeaked and moaned into the older woman's mouth and squirmed in place. When Carmine noticed Max watching them, she broke off the kiss and winked at her.

"Come on over," she said, "It's Rose's turn soon, and I think she'd like it if we both showed her how much we appreciate the work she did on me..."

Rose's sound of agreement turned into a shriek as Carmine dug her nails into the girl's breast, and was then cut off as her mouth was captured again.

Max stood, and tried to look confident as she strode over to the other women. It looked like the night wasn't over yet.
