Chapter Five

"Here you go," Vicki smiled, handing Leanna a steaming mug. "More cream and sugar than coffee, just as you requested." Back in her hotel room, the brunette reporter had swapped out to a simple gray t-shirt and black panties, her hair tied back into a ponytail. No need to keep up appearances, no need to look sexy (though plenty of her fans would no doubt find her current appearance to be far superior), just relaxed and comfortable as she sat back into the soft, plush easy-chair in the corner of her room. The blinds were shut, the door locked, giving the two women privacy.

"Thank you," Leanna smiled, herself wrapped in a complimentary bathrobe as she sat on Vicki's bed. Her hair was still damp from her shower, scrubbing the sweat and sex off of herself and replacing it with the delicate scent of lavender. She gently sipped from the mug, its warmth immediately flowing throughout her extremities.

"So," Vicki smirked, holding her own mug towards her lips, "the infamously rebellious middle-child of the Folken family, eh?"

"Guess it wouldn't take someone like you long to find out," Leanna smiled, gazing into her coffee. "Still, I didn't expect to be recognized so quickly."

"As much as I hate to admit," Vicki sighed, pulling her feet up onto the seat of her chair, "it was actually that robot that recognized you. He was oddly considerate for a machine." With a flick of her wrist a holoscreen appeared in the middle of the room, filled with multiple different feeds of the event. In every single one, the face of Leanna was blurred. The young woman couldn't help but blush as she watched the events unfold from multiple angles. "He even used a pretty advanced algorithm to hide your face. Most blur and mosaic tools are easy to reverse and reveal one's identity, but this is almost like a matrix of algorithms put together. It would be far more trouble than is worth to crack it."

There was silence for a moment as Leanna continued to watch the recording of her, her lips slightly parted, her breathing becoming deeper once more. Once the young woman realized Vicki had stopped talking she blushed again, pulling the mug to her lips. "Sorry, I just," she muttered, her fingers tapping against the side of the mug, "it was such a blur, I didn't realize that it looked like..." Her eyes lifted once more to the projection, then tipped the mug back for another sip. Vicki gave a smirk as she sipped from her own, less sweet concoction.

"I don't blame you," she said with some amusement. "Boltram is certainly more man than most women ever handle in their lives, and he doesn't care to treat us ladies as delicate flowers." Flicking her finger, the feeds from the ball fly away, replaced by two separate video broadcasts. This time, Leanna's face is visible... at least, when it's in the camera. The majority of the footage is focused on the cock being thrust into her from behind, her pale flesh rippling with each impact. Watching them, she blushes once more, but this time in frustration. "Please don't tell me those have gone viral?" the young woman asked. Vicki shook her head.

"No, those only turned up when using your face to conduct a very, very thorough search," the brunette said with a smile, tilting her head to the side. Her toes wriggled in amusement at the young woman's embarrassment. Or shame? "This pitiful player barely has any views. What few conquests he has are as depressing as his one night stand with you. His tiny audience loves to tease him for trying to be all cool and tough, but he's not nearly embarrassing enough to hit the big time." With another flick of her wrist, the holoscreen vanishes, leaving the two in the room alone once more. "I imagine most of your experiences were like those with the wannabe stud, and nothing ever came close to the power and force of Boltram."

Leanna suppressed a shiver, recalling the man's large hands forcefully slipping between her thighs, how he lifted her up with ease, dropped her to the table, lacking any semblance of strength to even try and struggle. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, her thighs shifting, recalling the shock and fear, but also the adrenaline that coursed through her, down to her very toes. "It was... thrilling, almost like a roller coaster, but..." she softly began, her mind replaying the events in her head. The problem was, not long after he had shoved himself inside of her, it all just... melted. Her emotions, her perception, it was as if all contents of her mind and soul were stirred together until there was only one the moment, and she could do nothing to latch onto a single rational thought. "I had no control."

Vicki sat in silence, observing Leanna for a moment, the young woman quiet and still processing the experience. "Some women love that loss of control," she nodded. "They relinquish themselves to the pleasure, like a bird catching the wind and just letting it carry them skyward. They can't be satisfied unless they've lost it." She then chuckled and shrugged, closing her eyes and shaking her head. "Not me, though. I prefer to be the one controlling. Rather than hop on the amusement ride, I'd rather steer the car off road and aim for every bump along the way." She took another sip of her coffee with a soft chuckle.

"Is it all an act?" the young woman suddenly asked. "The journalist persona, I mean."

"You mean the smiles, the laughter, the hedonism?" Vicki shook her head. "An exaggeration, perhaps, and I certainly do play it up for the cameras, but I really do love what I do." She lifted her mug once more, but paused, giving Leanna another look. She then chuckled to herself, unfurling her legs, lifting them upwards and crossing her ankles together, only to plant her feet to the floor and stand upright. Despite her feet being crossed, the motion was done swiftly, gracefully, no hint of losing her balance. "You're too young to remember how my career started, aren't you?"

Leanna looked up towards the ceiling in thought, then shook her head. "You've been doing this for over ten years, right?" Vicki nodded and straightened her back. Lifting one leg upwards and bending her knee, her right foot resting against her left calf, she stretched her arms out, keeping her mug upright in her hand, taking on a ballet pose. She then spun, and soon enough Vicki was performing with expert grace, from the arabesque pose to the pique and relevé, pirouettes and jetés, a perfect routine that concluded with a gentle rest of the mug on the top of the hotel dresser, her left leg extended back behind her, toe touching the floor. Leanna settled her own mug gently into her lap, careful to keep it upright as she offered Vicki a soft applause. The older woman smiled, allowing her body to relax once more.

"I also come from a wealthy family," Vicki said with a smile, settling herself back into the easy chair, "and was sent to school to be a professional ballet dancer. But," she winked and licked her upper lip, "I discovered the lovely taste of a male professor's cock, and from then on I became flirtatious with any man I found wandering the school, and then scandalously heard moaning in pleasure through shut doors. My reputation at the school began to spread." She smiled nostalgically, her eyes looking into the distance as Leanna picked her mug back up and leaned forward, sipping attentively. "In the beginning of my second year, we had some guest celebrities come to watch us perform, and I happened to broadcast my heated night with the most popular one." With a few flicks of her wrist and swishes of her fingers, Vicki brought up a smaller holoscreen, expertly seeking through a variety of interfaces before projecting that very night before Leanna. A younger Vicki, her skin a bit more smooth, her body just a bit skinnier, her breasts just a bit perkier, noisily rode a man that, at the time, was in his forties. Leanna's eyes widened as she recognized him to be a current legend in the acting industry, grunting and thrusting back up into the young Vicki, her breasts bouncing wildly as she clearly let her pleasure be known.

"My father disowned me after that went viral," Vicki continued, "and the university kicked me out, but I suddenly found myself being invited to a lot of celebrity parties. Musicians, actors, even modeling agents and producers, all wanting to bring me in, poke me and prod me figuratively and literally, and figure out if they could use me. I lived night-to-night, bed-to-bed, attending party after party and sleeping with so many men." Vicki's expression softened, the smile fading somewhat, her gaze still in the distance. "I remember when they all felt so important and larger than life." She held still, her mind recalling the memories of a time before, years that could never be regained. Her eyes then turned back to Leanna, the smile once more spread across her face. "A few months into that life I realized men tend to let their guard down when their cock is in the grip of a giggling young woman, or plunged into her mouth or pussy. As I was already broadcasting my exploits, I started to ask questions, and would often uncover secrets that no one was supposed to know, be it casting decisions, past experiences kept buried in the closet, or even upcoming business deals or stock trading that wasn't supposed to be public yet."

"You didn't get in trouble?" Leanna blurted out, looking past the holovid and towards Vicki. The brunette's smile widened, her ponytail waving as she shook her head.

"Maybe from the occasional manager threatening some sort of action, or an angry wife or girlfriend, but typically the anger went towards the man for letting such information slip in the first place," Vicki giggled. "I used some primitive tools at the time to create my own personal page that required paid subscriptions, then patented the idea of the sex interview. I still can't believe it actually worked," she offered with a chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief once more. "It sounds so stupid and obvious, but so long as you word it correctly, you can own anything, and for fifteen years I've been making money off of what came naturally to me."

Silence filled the room once more, Leanna quietly taking one more sip of her coffee. Her toes wriggled, looking over the famous celebrity journalist that helped inspire her to live more freely, in the flesh. "I wish I could be like you," she suddenly said softly. "I'm still trying to hide from my parents."

"Is that why you're here?" Vicki asked. Leanna nodded.

"My parents finally put me under more severe lock and key with the purpose of fully monitoring my education," she sighed, fingers drumming on her mug. "I was going to fulfill the duty they intended, whether I liked it or not, because that was my 'responsibility to the family'." Leanna hugged her knees, pulling her legs in closer as her eyes stared into the distance, through the hotel bed and into some distant, invisible space that could only be seen in her mind. "I picked up enough tricks to stow away on a ship heading here, and snag a pod out of the ship before anyone knew I was even there."

"And with all landfall clearance suspended for the event," Vicki continued for her, "your family couldn't follow you here even if they figured out where you went." She brought her hands together to provide her own applause now. "You've impressed me kid, and so I've made a decision." Leanna looked up to Vicki, her mouth opening to say something, but before she could the older brunette had gotten to her feet and nearly leaped onto the edge of the bed. Getting onto all fours, she began to crawl towards the younger, silver-haired woman, a mischievous, cat-like gleam in her eyes to accompany the exaggerated shift of her hips and shoulders as she crept closer and closer. Leanna's eyes began to widen in surprise and uncertainty, one of her role models suddenly so close, the heat of their bodies melding together, the scent of the other woman's perfume causing her flesh to develop goosebumps.

"I want you," Vicki began, taking the mug from Leanna's hands and setting it onto the nightstand beside the bed, "to become my apprentice." She could not suppress her grin as the younger woman's eyes widened, her mouth moving but only stammered gibberish emerging from her lips. "Why?" she finally blurted out. Vicki reached her hand forward, her fingers brushing some strands of pale hair behind Leanna's ear before her fingers gently caressed along her cheek, down to follow her jawline, and to tilt her chin upwards.

"Because you're resourceful and crave freedom as much as I do," Vicki said softly, studying the tiny expressions in Leanna's face. The younger woman's lips remained parted, each breath coming deeper and deeper, her heavy breasts lifting and falling. The brunette's smile widened as she leaned closer, nuzzling her nose against the younger woman's. "Plus, I can tell you're just as much of a hedonist as I am." Leanna tried to retort, but whatever would she was about to speak was lost as Vicki locked their lips together. With a sensuous moan the journalist probed her tongue into the younger woman's mouth, fingertips gliding back along her jawline, tracing down her neck. Leanna's hands lifted, softly wrapping around Vicki's arms as if to push her away, but held on instead, accepting the other woman's tongue against her own. Her legs slowly parted, allowing Vicki to slide in closer, slipping between her thighs as they separated, in turn allowing the brunette's delicate fingers to slowly peel the robe over her shoulders, revealing the soft form beneath. Their tongues continued to dance and intertwine as they kissed, the soft smacking sounds of their lips punctuating the silence alongside the whispering shuffle of clothing and sheets.

When Vicki finally pulled her lips back from Leanna's, it was only so she could begin kissing against her cheek, her chin, slowly traveling down her neck. Her teeth nipped before suckling the flesh between her lips, Leanna gasping each time, her back arching, her larger breasts pressing to Vicki's own.

"Wait," Leanna objected, though Vicki continued to go further down. Despite her objection, the silver-haired woman lifted her calves, wrapping them around the older woman's back. "I've never... I mean..." She gasped as Vicki latched onto her nipple, softly sucking upon her breast, the bathrobe now halfway down her arms and spread wide open, leaving her exposed to the older woman. The brunette's left hand lowered down, fingers tracing and caressing the heavy globe while her tongue probed against her areola, her right hand in the meantime caressing along her thigh. Leanna's own hand rose to rest atop Vicki's head, her lips parted, gasping as the sensuous licks, kisses, and suckles of her nipple sent tremors along her spine. She'd been in bed with plenty of men, and each of them had touched her, kissed her, feasted upon her breasts, but none of them seemed to... admire her as Vicki was in this moment.

Then she suddenly felt herself grabbed by the thighs and pulled forward, slipping away from the head rest and pillows as Vicki pulled her onto her back. Leanna yelped in surprise, but couldn't help but giggle to herself as she gazed above herself and into Vicki's eyes.

"Just relax," Vicki sighed, leaning down to kiss Leanna. "Forget about your family, their demands." Her lips began to travel downwards again, tracing the young woman's neck, her collar bone, the curve of her breasts. "Tomorrow, you begin your new life as your own person." Leanna's breath trembled slightly as Vicki ran her tongue between her breasts, hot breath flooding over her flesh, her abdomen tensing in anticipation as the brunette's lips traveled further down to deliver kisses along her stomach. The lower she slid, the wider Leanna's thighs spread, and the further down Vicki kissed, until she paused just above Leanna's parted lips. "Tonight, however," Vicki said with a smirk, her eyes looking up to Leanna's, "you're mine." Her tongue lashed out, slipping along the cleft petals of Leanna, tracing along her folds and teasing her slit, just barely flicking the sensitive nub of her clitoris. The young woman's back arched, her hands instantly sliding down to grasp at Vicki's head, heaving deep breaths.

"Oh fuck," Leanna gasped, her thighs quivering, her soft flesh rippling as the tongue lapped at her clit. How long had it been since someone went down on her? It wasn't worth thinking about, at least, not now, not while Vicki's lips began to kiss and suckle her sensitive nub, the woman's hands constantly running along her thighs and wrapping around her ass, squeezing it, pushing it towards her tongue that now plunged deep into her core. Leanna moaned and writhed, her role model and, evidently, her new boss now embedded into her pussy, tasting her, pleasuring her, claiming her.

"Yes ma'am," Leanna moaned. The hot breath of Vicki's chuckle poured into Leanna's sex, tongue lapping within her before pulling away.

"Good girl," Vicki said with a wink, and then dove back in for more.