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The Lover and The Apprentice

I’m delighted to present this collaboration with the incredibly talented Birdbrane, that I hope we do more on at a more convenient time in the future.

Content warning: this is a little more extreme than some of my other work, with graphic scenes of a sexual nature. Reader discretion is advised

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Despite its large number of people, London could be a very lonely city at times. Anastasia pondered the strange disconnect whilst her friend vomited into the toilet of the club. ‘Oh Ulrike’ she thought, ‘why do we bother?’. The pulsing sounds of techno were almost making the floor shake and outside the toilet door other women were shrieking and laughing as they touched up their makeup or argued about whether some guy was trying it on with them.

“I think….I think I need to go home Ana” Ulrike said, lifting her head up from the toilet, her face looking green. Ana gave her a sympathetic nod before helping her to her feet and taking her outside. Her friend was in a bad way but nothing that a good sleep and some painkillers would not solve. Ulrike’s boyfriend had broken up with her earlier in the day and Ana knew that on a day like that, you needed your friend by your side to watch as you got more and more drunk.

She hailed a cab outside the club and put her friend inside. “You coming?” Ulrike asked her but Anastasia shook her head. She walked back into the club and the techno music, ignoring the men who she knew were staring at her young slim body. Her tight leather trousers cupped her behind and her black backless top was always one that drew admiring looks.

Ana had no interest in them. It was not that she wasn’t interested in men, it just felt like right now in her life, something was missing. She ordered a bottle of beer at the bar and stood by the side of the dancefloor, letting the music hypnotise her and giving her space with her thoughts.

It had been six months since she moved to London from Budapest for her Masters course and whilst she had made friends, she was struggling to feel like she fitted in among the other residents of the city. She was not a power-hungry wannabe financial yuppie, she wasn’t theatrical or musical, her politics course at Kings College seemed to be inhabited mainly by young champagne socialists already plotting their rise to power and there were more reasons that she could not quite put her finger on but something was not totally…right.

She took a swig of beer and looked out among the crowd as the DJ mixed another song and other people cheered. Her eyes were drawn to a tall woman unlike any other on the dance floor. Amongst the mainly student clientele, she was clearly older than them, with a fuller figure yet she moved with an electrifying ease and grace to the sounds of the music. She was blonde and wearing a black vest top that showed ample cleavage and tight jeans. She was dancing on her own but seemed to be fully in tune with the music, every movement of the song being reflected in her body.

The woman opened her eyes and locked gazes with Anastasia. Her heart skipped a beat for a reason she could not quite fathom. Their eyes met and Anastasia found she could not look away, but the woman was not doing so either, the impasse finally broken when the blonde extended a finger towards Anastasia and beckoned her closer.

It was like there were magnets in her leg dragging her on. Anastasia found herself obeying, dancing slowly onto the dancefloor and making her way over to the woman. As she got closer she could see the slight imperfections in her skin and body that marked her a woman of an advanced age. Ana began moving her hips more, letting the music take control of her whilst the woman did the same. Without saying a word to one another, she felt like they had a strange connection.

Their bodies slowly wound closer together. Ana found herself looking at the woman’s lips. They were red and full and enticing….She pulled herself away slightly. It was not that the object of her attraction in that moment was a woman. Whilst the majority of Ana’s sexual experiences to date had been with men, she had always known herself to be closer to pansexual than anything else. She had never found herself with anybody significantly older than her and it made her pause for a second.

The blonde woman seemed to sense her apprehension. “Come” she said, taking Ana’s hand, “would you like to go elsewhere?”. Her accent was Russian. Ana simply nodded and the woman led her off the dancefloor and up the stairs in the club towards the outside, the techno music fading into the background. Her hands were soft. “Coat?” she asked and Anastasia shook her head. The blonde led her past the cloakroom and into the fresh air of Leicester Square. It made Ana shiver slightly.

“It’s OK” the woman said, stopping and flashing a wide smile at Anastasia. She marvelled at the woman’s beauty now she could see her fully outside the dim club. Her hair fell to just below her shoulders and she had a pretty face. “What is your name?” the blonde asked.

“Anastasia” she replied.

“Hello Anastasia, I’m Svetlana” the woman said. “Tell me, my pretty, how old are you?”

“21” Anastasia answered truthfully, still staring at the woman’s face.

“Do you care how old I am?” Svetlana asked. Anastasia shook her head, feeling powerless to resist. “Good” Svetlana said, “then come, my hotel is a few minutes walk from here”

Anastasia followed her in silence, taking in every detail she could of Svetlana. She knew from the words of her parents that it was never a good idea to go to a stranger’s hotel room and yet…her instincts told her to go and see where this would lead. The woman strode powerfully along the roads away from Leicester Square through Soho, passing bars and crowds of revellers as they moved through the neon streets.

They crossed Regent Street and stopped by Brown’s Hotel before Svetlana led them inside. Anastasia gasped. She felt like she might be stopped by security. A 5* hotel was somewhere she had only ever seen from the outside but now she was in, she marvelled at the beautiful decorations and the way the staff working the desk nodded politely towards her and Svetlana.

“You’re in town for a few days?” Anastasia asked as they made their way into a lift.

“No” Svetlana said, “London is my home, but I use hotels for work”. That puzzled Anastasia. She wondered what line of work Svetlana was in to that she could afford not just a place in London normally but also 5* hotel rooms as well. She decided not to ask.

They got out of the lift and Svetlana led them towards a suite. She opened the door for Ana and let her walk into the plush room. “Wow” Anastasia felt herself say, looking at the size of the bed and the plush furnishings that screamed of a high quality she was not used to.

“Would you like another drink?” Svetlana asked her.

“No thank you” Anastasia said. She wanted to take control of the situation, and felt a sudden urge to walk quickly towards the older woman, and she did, walking up to her and bringing her lips to Svetlana’s to give her a kiss.

Svetlana returned the embrace, sucking on Anastasia’s lips and making the hairs on her neck stand on end. She loosened the straps around Ana’s top and lifted it deftly off her. Ana felt her nipples harden on her breasts before Svetlana was kissing them and Ana moved her head back and gasped in pleasure.

“Go and lie on the bed” Svetlana whispered to her. Anastasia did so, revelling in the feel of plush cotton on her naked back. Svetlana kissed her on the mouth but used her hands to undo Ana’s tight leather trousers before she pulled them down and off her legs. Her mouth began to move down Ana, and Ana arched her back in reaction to the stimulation as Svetlana’s lips caressed her breasts, her naval, her stomach, all the way down to kissing the mesh on the black thong she was wearing.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” Ana said as Svetlana’s tongue met her sex and threw her thong away. Svetlana buried her face into Anastasia and the younger woman was in raptures. She bent her legs and let Svetlana taste more of her, revelling in every moment, shutting her eyes and giving totally into the experience.

How long passed Ana could not tell, all she knew was that she was in a place she could only describe as nirvana. She finally felt Svetlana move her mouth away and opened her eyes.The older woman was taking off her vest top and unhooking her black lace bra. She undid her jeans and slid them off, along with her black lace panties. Fully naked, Anastasia thought Svetlana looked incredible. She had a maturity to her body that was enticing and she wanted her. She sat up on the bed and kissed Svetlana.

The older woman pushed her back onto the bed and their bodies became intertwined, touching and kissing one another, fondling and moaning with pleasure. Their sexes touched and Anastasia started to grind and soon both women were groaning louder as their lovemaking reached a crescendo.

“Will you trust me?” Svetlana whispered into Anastasia’s ears. Ana opened her eyes for a second and looked into Svetlana’s gaze next to her. She nodded. The older woman got up from the bed and opened a drawer, pulling out a strapon dildo that she affixed around her naked body. Anastasia looked at it, drawing in a breath. It was long and black and thick but before she could think anymore, Svetlana had placed it into her with a thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Ana said in surprise as it filled her moist pussy. Svetlana began to thrust into her and she felt places being touched that she had never known before. “Oh fuck, oh fuck” she moaned, and she found herself lifting her legs up and back, helping to spread them so Svetlana could go deeper and deeper within her.

The older woman moaned in pleasure too and pressed a button near the shaft of the strapon. It began to vibrate and Ana felt her senses go to another level. Her eyes and mouth opened wide, and the thrusts brought her to a place where all she could do was let out a high-pitched scream of “OOOOOOOHHHH!!!” as she felt herself let go, tears coming to her eyes with the ecstasy she had received.

She lay on the bed, panting, trying to comprehend all that had happened as Svetlana withdrew. Her mind swam as she lay amongst the plush sheets, hopeful that the expensive room would have good soundproofing. Without doubt, Svetlana had given her the greatest sexual experience of her life. The blonde returned to the bed and leaned over to give Anastasia a kiss.

“Thank you” the woman said, “I always find it easier to work after sex. It heightens the senses, makes one more alert to the world around them”. Anastasia took the words in, not fully understanding their meaning.

“You’re…you’re working now?” she asked.

“Yes” Svetlana said. She picked up her black knickers from the floor and put them on before fixing Anastasia with a hard stare. “Tell me, Anastasia, do you want to know what I do?”

“Yes” Ana said quietly.

“Even if it means that your life would change forever?”

Anastasia considered. Svetlana had been a spark in her life over the past hour, giving her not just pleasure but also a strange sense of purpose. “Yes” she said again.

Svetlana nodded and knelt to pull a case out from under her bed. “Very well” she said, rising again with a pair of leather gloves that she began working onto her hands. “I work for the Russian mafia” she said before going down to her case again, “and I kill people”.

She rose from the case again, this time holding a rectangular submachine gun. Anastasia felt her heart skip a beat. Her eyes widened as she came face to face with a gun for the first time in real life, in the gloved hand of a woman who had admitted to being an assassin. In her other was a fat and bulbous tube that was even longer and thicker than the strapon. Her eyes lingered on both and then to Svetlana.

“My Mac-10” Svetlana explained, “and my silencer”. She began threading the long silencer onto the barrel of the submachine gun. “Killing is like sex” she said as she expertly twisted the silencer. “Many people believe they can be experts, but few can. And just like sex, only a few will ever truly know the ultimate pleasure”. She gave the silencer a final twist into place. “Lie back” she said to Anastasia.

Ana did so, unsure what was to come next. She saw the blonde walking towards her, the gun in her hands. “Yes” Svetlana said, “I kill people for money…” she placed the end of the silencer on Ana’s inner thigh. It was cold against her skin but made it tingle. “But also…” Svetlana began moving the barrel up her thigh, “I kill for pleasure”. The silencer touched Ana’s sex.

“Oh!” Ana let out a sharp gasp as it brushed her clitoris before Svetlana continued tracing the gun up her naked body and over her breasts towards her face. The light, cold touch was stirring Ana’s senses and as the gun approached her face, she moved her mouth towards it and gave it a lick.

“Very good my pretty” Svetlana said softly and on instinct Ana opened wide and took the large bulbous shape in her mouth, giving it a suck as if it was a cock. “Yes my pretty, yes” Svetlana continued, “do not be afraid of it”. She let Ana suck for a few more moments before taking the gun from her mouth and laying it on Ana’s naked stomach. “Take it” Svetlana said.

Anastasia closed her hands around the gun, feeling every detail and every part of it. Her finger brushed over the trigger, the release, the switches. She tried to memorise every detail whilst Svetlana returned to the foot of the bed and put on her black lace bra again. She pulled on her vest top over it and then pulled some black tight leggings from her case and wound them over her legs and hips. Ana found herself as entranced by Svetlana’s dressing as she was by the gun in her hands.

“I want you to come with me, my pretty” Svetlana said. Ana could not believe it. Was she really going to go with this woman on a hit? And yet…she found she did not want the night to end, she did not want time with Svetlana to end.

“I…I will” she said, her mind already wondering what it would be like to see a person shot and die, and what it would be like to see this powerful blonde woman pulling the trigger. She found her thong and slipped it on before dressing again in her tight leather trousers and her backless top. “Where are we going to?”

“A small studio near Paddington” Svetlana said. “There are three men playing a game of poker, and they have all frustrated my employers to a certain degree”. She was putting on a black shoulder holster and tightening it, before she stooped to her case again and brought out a handgun and another silencer that she twisted together professionally. Ana watched as Svetlana ejected the bullets and reloaded them before placing the handgun into her holster and adding another stick for them to the other side of her holster.

“Pass me my Mac” Svetlana told Anastasia, and she did so. Svetlana attached a strap over the weapon and then loaded it with a long stick of ammunition. She put the strap of the gun over her shoulder and then put on a long black leather coat that covered her and the gun. Ana obsessed over every detail, wondering what it would be like to have a gun of her own and to arm yourself, ready to go and take life. She felt her knees wobble even at the thought of it but said nothing.

“Come on” Svetlana finally said, leading the way out of the hotel room and walking down the corridor. Anastasia followed close by her heels, almost tripping to keep up with the strides of the tall blonde woman. “Do you know what I like best about a nice hotel?” Svetlana said in the elevator, “Nobody ever asks questions”. Ana nodded, taking note. This was already a more engaging lesson than most of her seminars at university.

At the front of the hotel, Svetlana had a quiet word with the doorman, who signalled for a cab to pull up. They got in the back and said nothing. Ana couldn’ help but keep glancing at Svetlana and her leather coat, wondering what the taxi driver would say if he knew the deadly weaponry that her lover was carrying. She remembered what Svetlana had said about high-class hotels not asking questions and noted the cabbie did not try to ask questions. Instead he just drove calmly through the streets of London towards Paddington.

The cab pulled up along a quiet street near where construction was taking place and near the train station. The road was deserted of people, the only noise coming from a couple of cargo trains on the railway pulling past the station, cloaked in the orange light of old street lamps.

Svetlana led the way down a couple of other streets towards a pub on the corner of two roads. It was quiet and shut but Svetlana walked down the side of it anyway, undoing her leather coat as she did. She paused as they approached a back door. She put her hands in her coat pockets and gave Ana a pair of short black leather gloves. “Put these on my pretty” she whispered.

Anastasia did so. She had never owned pure leather gloves before but loved the feel of them as they wound tightly over her fingers, only just covering her wrist. Her heart started to race as Svetlana lifted the Mac-10 from her side, putting one hand by the trigger and the other by the silencer. ‘Oh my god’ Ana realised, ‘we’re actually going to do this’. She looked at the powerful older woman and felt her sex begin to tingle again. There was no fear, only excitement and anticipation.

Svetlana turned to the door and used a hand to open it. She flung it open quietly, her hand leaving the door knob and going back to its position underneath the silencer on her Mac-10. Anastasia took in the details of the room. It was dimly lit, with the smell of smoke burned into the faded white walls. In the centre of the room were three men, all holding cards in their hands, all older and balding. They sat around a circular table with poker chips on it.

The next moments happened in slow motion for Anastasia. One of the men turned as Svetlana angled her gun so she was shooting down into the man. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. Her gun began spitting bullets that sounded like a soft whisper in the air, tiny shell casings flying to the side, the occasional lick of flame expelling from the extended barrel. The man had a pink shirt but it began to turn red as the bullets pierced him and he flailed his arms. Anastasia’s nipples hardened in pleasure and shock and joy, and her sex began to tingle more from the sight and sound of the experience.

Svetlana moved her gun to the next man and shot down into him. Pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. Anastasia found herself smiling in ecstasy, wanting more and more. Each bullet was like the vibration of Svetlana’s strapon earlier in the evening, pushing her closer and closer to an orgasmic high. She watched as the older woman swung her gun to the final man and shoot again pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft, peppering his chest with shots.

Anastasia let out a soft moan and Svetlana looked at her. She took aim at the first man again and added another burst of silent bullets into his chest pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. She said nothing but took out the stick of ammunition that was in her gun and replaced it with a new one from inside her coat and holster. Anastasia was breathing deeply, struggling to control herself. The experience had been everything. The power of the older woman. The soft sounds of the gun, the look of pain and anguish on the victims as they helplessly succumbed to the bullets.

Svetlana let the Mac-10 hang by her side as she reached inside her holster and brought out the handgun. She walked to the side of the first man she had shot and aimed her gun close to the side of his head. ‘Holy shit’ Anastasia thought, ‘she’s going to blow his brains out’. She focussed on the detail, on the long silencer. ‘Do it’ she thought, ‘do it, let me watch!’.

Pfft. The handgun slide rocked back and forth, firing a shell casing to the side and the man’s head was cut open, red gore and brains spilling to the side and the floor by him. Anastasia had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from shouting loud in pleasure as her orgasm reached its inevitable high, and she felt her thong grow moist.

Svetlana again said nothing but moved to the next man around the table. He had fallen on to the floor and Anastasia moved more into the room to get a view of the blonde woman putting her foot in their leather boots onto the man. Pfft. The floor around him was painted with his brains and again Anastasia felt herself explode internally. Her mind was swimming. There was something incredible about watching the gun work and the calmness with which Svetlana executed the men. She thought back to what the blonde woman had said about sex heightening the senses and helping her and wondered if she was experiencing a similar level of pleasure.

“My pretty” Svetlana said quietly, walking over to Anastasia, “I want you to shoot him” she said, beckoning over towards the third man slumped in his chair, his chest already full of holes from where the Mac-10 had pierced him. Anastasia was shocked but also…the opportunity to feel that kick from the gun, to make it spit a bullet on her command….

She nodded and walked towards the third man. Svetlana came by her side and handed Anastasia the handgun. She took it. It felt heavy in her gloved hands. She was a few paces back from the man’s head and did what Svetlana had done, raising the gun towards him. The blonde woman moved behind her, their skins touching in places. Anastasia let Svetlana shift her hands slightly. “Take control of the gun” she whispered, “you are its master”. Anastasia did so, her hands finding a place of comfort where she could control the weight. “Yes pretty” Svetlana whispered, and her hands wrapped around Anastasia from behind, one of her gloves touching the front of Ana’s leather trousers and her sex while the other stroked her breast.

“Stroke the trigger” Svetlana said. Ana looked down the barrel of the gun, breathing deeply from the touch of the woman and the anticipation of what was to come. Her gloved finger moved to the trigger of the gun and she did as asked. She stroked it with her index finger.

The gun came to life. Pfft. She felt it kick in her hand, surprising her with its power but Svetlana steadied her as she rocked back. The casing ejected and she saw the man’s head in front of her explode as her bullet quietly whispered through him, burying through one side of his head to the other. Ana gasped in joy. It was so simple and yet so intense. Svetlana was massaging her sex and her breast through her clothes and Ana found it driving her wild. She steadied the gun and found she needed to stroke it more. Pfft, pfft. Each shot was like the greatest thrust she had ever received in her life.

She felt herself about to cum again and stroked three more times, destroying the man’s head and bringing herself over the top. Pfft, pfft, pfft. Anastasia let out a high-gasping moan of pleasure again and let the gun drop to her side. She turned to Svetlana and the two kissed, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues.

The older woman took the gun from Anastasia’s hand and took out the ammunition. She racked the slide on the gun to clear a bullet from inside and then took Anastasia to the poker table. She lifted her onto it and pulled down her leather trousers.

Ana anticipated the next moment and moved her thong to the side to allow Svetlana access and within seconds felt the warm sensation of the silencer from the handgun pulsing through her and filling her as the assassin fucked her with the gun. She moaned as quietly as she could manage before feeling herself give way again, her rapture emptying over the barrel of the weapon that she had used.

Svetlana’s face was one of pleasure and delight too as she withdrew the gun and Ana fixed her thong and trousers. She holstered the gun, doing her coat again over the top and the two quietly exited the back room of the pub, saying nothing in the taxi that they kept waiting. They did not need to speak. Anastasia knew that the older woman was right. Her life had changed forever. She needed more of this life, more of Svetlana, more of the ecstasy that she had experienced.

The lights of London flicked past as the car drove through the streets but suddenly it did not feel like the lonely oppressive city that she had believed. Anastasia knew that now, London would be her hunting ground, and the thought of that alone made her nipples harden once more.

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