Devil Ride 3/?
Title: Devil Ride
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact. It contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you.
If you've read any of my work, you'll know that I'm not well-versed in pre-Otalia plotline, and I will try to make as little reference to it as possible, but if you spot any discrepancies, please let me know.
3
Natalia was treated to a breathtaking view of the city when she stepped into the suite. Lights dotted tall and short buildings, along and on the roads, like tiny pieces of glittering diamonds against a dark backdrop. The room itself was spacious and elegantly laid out with a couch, a loveseat and two armchairs. A large plasma television took up most of the wall beside what looked like a small but well-stocked bar. The colours that splashed the walls were warm, set off nicely by amber lighting.
"Drink?"
Natalia turned to see Olivia at the bar with a bottle of liquor in her hand. She nodded against her better judgement, suddenly wanting to rid herself of the tension in her body.
It was one of her job requirements to suss out what a client was after. Most of the time, it was easy. Some were nervous and needed a bit of conversation to make them feel more comfortable; others needed to vent about their lives, wives or girlfriends. There were those who didn't need any encouragement at all, and a few times she had to stop seeing clients who were convinced that they were in love with her. Her inability to place Olivia in any of the categories made her feel off-kilter.
"I hope you like martini."
In a bid to distract herself, Natalia went over to Olivia's side and halted her hands with her own. Ignoring Olivia's questioning lift of brow, she took the bottle of liquor from her and bent her head to the task of mixing the drink. Olivia shrugged and moved away.
"We should get the payment out of the way," Natalia said. Her eyes followed Olivia's trek across the room to where her coat lay, by the door, and watched as she counted out the bills for her. When she had the wad of cash safely zipped up in her jacket pocket, she felt more in control of the situation.
"So." Olivia moved to the couch and sat herself down. She had removed her blazer, revealing the fitting off-white shirt that she had on underneath. She crossed one leg over the other as she eyed Natalia casually. "Why would someone who looks the way you do be in this line of work, if you don't mind me asking?"
It was a common enough question and Natalia had several ready answers on hand, none of them the real one. For some reason, she decided to be truthful about being untruthful. "Which version would you like: touching, risqué or commonplace?" she asked, walking over to where Olivia was to hand her a martini glass with a sardonic smile on her face.
Olivia's brows lifted, looking rather impressed by the answer given, and acceded to her wishes to not divulge her story. Her reaction pleased Natalia. She watched Olivia take a sip of her drink and lean back into the couch with a sigh that sounded like the satisfied purring of a cat. Much to her consternation, it sent a shiver down her body.
Grateful for the warmth and buzz an earlier shot of vodka now gave her, Natalia placed her own drink on the low coffee table and slowly unzipped her jacket, allowing it to slide off her slender shoulders and fall into a heap on the carpeted floor. The clingy fabric of her red halter neck top and her skin tight leather pants left almost nothing to the imagination.
"You and I, we're not so different," Olivia murmured, causing Natalia to halt her advances, confused.
"What do you mean?"
Olivia tilted her head back and let her eyes fall shut as she savoured the flavour of her drink. "This is good. Thank you," she said, lifting her drink slightly in conjunction with her non-sequitur.
Having her seduction thwarted even before it was carried out, Natalia took a step backwards and sat herself down on the loveseat facing the couch. She took the opportunity to observe Olivia as her mind considered the possibility that Olivia might want to be the one who initiated contact.
Long lashes rested on lightly rouged cheeks, and lips held a shadow of smile. Olivia's shirt collar was open, revealing a creamy throat and a hint of cleavage. The rest of her curvaceous body strained against the fitting shirt and pants she had on, and her feet were encased in an expensive looking pair of heels. Natalia swallowed and consciously acknowledged her attraction towards her client to herself.
"I can feel you staring, you know."
The voice held no reprimand. Natalia reached for her drink and decided to be honest. "What is it that you want me to do?" she asked. She just wanted a vague indication of what was expected of her.
Olivia didn't quite open her eyes; she glanced at Natalia through slitted lids. "Exactly this." Then, before Natalia could ask her to explain what she meant, Olivia straightened slightly and said, "There's a spa in the bathroom if you feel like indulging. And help yourself to anything else that might make you feel more comfortable."
"Okay..." Natalia said after Olivia fell silent and decided that going with the flow would be the best course of action in this case. She would let Olivia take the lead. "The spa sounds wonderful," she said slowly. "If you're sure..." she trailed off, giving Olivia the chance to tell her otherwise.
Olivia nodded, already distracted by her ringing cell. "Enjoy."
*
Natalia folded her clothes neatly and set them down within reach before she stepped into the spa. She wondered how much a suite like this cost per night, then decided that it was something she would rather not know.
She could hear Olivia talking on her cell. Her words were muffled but Natalia could pick up on the disdain and anger in her voice and a part of her was grateful that she was not on its receiving end. In the brief amount of time she had spent in the woman's company, Natalia had already gathered that Olivia was someone who could make a person feel like they were everything or nothing.
Natalia had half-expected Olivia to join her in the spa but that was not the case. So she took her time and drew out her enjoyment of the rare luxury. By the time she dried herself and threw on a soft terry robe, her skin felt silky smooth and her eyelids felt heavy. She unknotted and shook her hair out, giving her reflection a once over. Enveloped in the oversized terry robe, she looked about twelve--hardly looking the part of a seasoned seductress at all. She considered throwing her clothes back on but rejected the idea almost immediately. Stepping out in the nude would be a preferable choice, she decided.
She stuck her head out to assess the situation. The suite was quiet, save for the low humming of the air-conditioner. Natalia padded softly towards the bed and was surprised to find Olivia already in it. She was breathing deeply and the skin between her brows was slightly creased. Natalia chewed on her lower lip as she stared at the sleeping form in bewilderment. Was she expected to seduce her to wakefulness, join her in sleep, or crash on the comfortable looking couch outside?
She made her decision and laid her pile of clothes beside the bed before climbing in, letting out a small moan of appreciation at the way the sheets felt against her skin. Then she stretched herself out beside Olivia, who looked and smelled like she had had a shower herself. There must be another bathroom in the suite.
Natalia rubbed her cheek ruefully with one hand; she did not know what to make of her encounter with this woman. Olivia had on a cotton sleeping shirt and looked way too peaceful to be expecting a late night seduction. Letting out a soft sigh, Natalia dimmed all the lights in the room and crept under the sheets herself. Sleep came swift.
TBC
Author: xenalvr
Fandom: Guiding Light
Pairing: Olivia/Natalia
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and Disclaimer: CBS, P&G, Telenext et. al. own these characters, not me.
This story is set in an alternate universe, where Natalia Rivera's history and timeline are greatly altered. Most of Olivia Spencer's history remain intact. It contains adult themes and language, and deals with the sex industry, which might not be to everyone's taste, so please do NOT proceed if you are not of age or if any of that might offend you.
If you've read any of my work, you'll know that I'm not well-versed in pre-Otalia plotline, and I will try to make as little reference to it as possible, but if you spot any discrepancies, please let me know.
3
Natalia was treated to a breathtaking view of the city when she stepped into the suite. Lights dotted tall and short buildings, along and on the roads, like tiny pieces of glittering diamonds against a dark backdrop. The room itself was spacious and elegantly laid out with a couch, a loveseat and two armchairs. A large plasma television took up most of the wall beside what looked like a small but well-stocked bar. The colours that splashed the walls were warm, set off nicely by amber lighting.
"Drink?"
Natalia turned to see Olivia at the bar with a bottle of liquor in her hand. She nodded against her better judgement, suddenly wanting to rid herself of the tension in her body.
It was one of her job requirements to suss out what a client was after. Most of the time, it was easy. Some were nervous and needed a bit of conversation to make them feel more comfortable; others needed to vent about their lives, wives or girlfriends. There were those who didn't need any encouragement at all, and a few times she had to stop seeing clients who were convinced that they were in love with her. Her inability to place Olivia in any of the categories made her feel off-kilter.
"I hope you like martini."
In a bid to distract herself, Natalia went over to Olivia's side and halted her hands with her own. Ignoring Olivia's questioning lift of brow, she took the bottle of liquor from her and bent her head to the task of mixing the drink. Olivia shrugged and moved away.
"We should get the payment out of the way," Natalia said. Her eyes followed Olivia's trek across the room to where her coat lay, by the door, and watched as she counted out the bills for her. When she had the wad of cash safely zipped up in her jacket pocket, she felt more in control of the situation.
"So." Olivia moved to the couch and sat herself down. She had removed her blazer, revealing the fitting off-white shirt that she had on underneath. She crossed one leg over the other as she eyed Natalia casually. "Why would someone who looks the way you do be in this line of work, if you don't mind me asking?"
It was a common enough question and Natalia had several ready answers on hand, none of them the real one. For some reason, she decided to be truthful about being untruthful. "Which version would you like: touching, risqué or commonplace?" she asked, walking over to where Olivia was to hand her a martini glass with a sardonic smile on her face.
Olivia's brows lifted, looking rather impressed by the answer given, and acceded to her wishes to not divulge her story. Her reaction pleased Natalia. She watched Olivia take a sip of her drink and lean back into the couch with a sigh that sounded like the satisfied purring of a cat. Much to her consternation, it sent a shiver down her body.
Grateful for the warmth and buzz an earlier shot of vodka now gave her, Natalia placed her own drink on the low coffee table and slowly unzipped her jacket, allowing it to slide off her slender shoulders and fall into a heap on the carpeted floor. The clingy fabric of her red halter neck top and her skin tight leather pants left almost nothing to the imagination.
"You and I, we're not so different," Olivia murmured, causing Natalia to halt her advances, confused.
"What do you mean?"
Olivia tilted her head back and let her eyes fall shut as she savoured the flavour of her drink. "This is good. Thank you," she said, lifting her drink slightly in conjunction with her non-sequitur.
Having her seduction thwarted even before it was carried out, Natalia took a step backwards and sat herself down on the loveseat facing the couch. She took the opportunity to observe Olivia as her mind considered the possibility that Olivia might want to be the one who initiated contact.
Long lashes rested on lightly rouged cheeks, and lips held a shadow of smile. Olivia's shirt collar was open, revealing a creamy throat and a hint of cleavage. The rest of her curvaceous body strained against the fitting shirt and pants she had on, and her feet were encased in an expensive looking pair of heels. Natalia swallowed and consciously acknowledged her attraction towards her client to herself.
"I can feel you staring, you know."
The voice held no reprimand. Natalia reached for her drink and decided to be honest. "What is it that you want me to do?" she asked. She just wanted a vague indication of what was expected of her.
Olivia didn't quite open her eyes; she glanced at Natalia through slitted lids. "Exactly this." Then, before Natalia could ask her to explain what she meant, Olivia straightened slightly and said, "There's a spa in the bathroom if you feel like indulging. And help yourself to anything else that might make you feel more comfortable."
"Okay..." Natalia said after Olivia fell silent and decided that going with the flow would be the best course of action in this case. She would let Olivia take the lead. "The spa sounds wonderful," she said slowly. "If you're sure..." she trailed off, giving Olivia the chance to tell her otherwise.
Olivia nodded, already distracted by her ringing cell. "Enjoy."
*
Natalia folded her clothes neatly and set them down within reach before she stepped into the spa. She wondered how much a suite like this cost per night, then decided that it was something she would rather not know.
She could hear Olivia talking on her cell. Her words were muffled but Natalia could pick up on the disdain and anger in her voice and a part of her was grateful that she was not on its receiving end. In the brief amount of time she had spent in the woman's company, Natalia had already gathered that Olivia was someone who could make a person feel like they were everything or nothing.
Natalia had half-expected Olivia to join her in the spa but that was not the case. So she took her time and drew out her enjoyment of the rare luxury. By the time she dried herself and threw on a soft terry robe, her skin felt silky smooth and her eyelids felt heavy. She unknotted and shook her hair out, giving her reflection a once over. Enveloped in the oversized terry robe, she looked about twelve--hardly looking the part of a seasoned seductress at all. She considered throwing her clothes back on but rejected the idea almost immediately. Stepping out in the nude would be a preferable choice, she decided.
She stuck her head out to assess the situation. The suite was quiet, save for the low humming of the air-conditioner. Natalia padded softly towards the bed and was surprised to find Olivia already in it. She was breathing deeply and the skin between her brows was slightly creased. Natalia chewed on her lower lip as she stared at the sleeping form in bewilderment. Was she expected to seduce her to wakefulness, join her in sleep, or crash on the comfortable looking couch outside?
She made her decision and laid her pile of clothes beside the bed before climbing in, letting out a small moan of appreciation at the way the sheets felt against her skin. Then she stretched herself out beside Olivia, who looked and smelled like she had had a shower herself. There must be another bathroom in the suite.
Natalia rubbed her cheek ruefully with one hand; she did not know what to make of her encounter with this woman. Olivia had on a cotton sleeping shirt and looked way too peaceful to be expecting a late night seduction. Letting out a soft sigh, Natalia dimmed all the lights in the room and crept under the sheets herself. Sleep came swift.
TBC