CAR LESBIAN PART ONE FOR REALSIES

Mistress is a lesbian that drives a car]
Lala_Lovelace is a hetero that drives a truck?]
<Mistress>: GET OUT

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<DykeMaster>: Our story begins in the city of London, a sprawling and sleepless city, like New York crammed into a third the area. Roads twist and turn into dark alleys and wide highways that cut right through the country. It'd be lovely, if it wasn't so grey.
<DykeMaster>: The weather is cool and rainy, the country and city seem at times drab and dull. So, good thing we're not there!
<DykeMaster>: We're in fact in one of the many nightclubs of the Soho area, famed for it's more... open populace. The weather outside is frightful, sure, but in here there's something delightful, and it isn't the fireplace.
<DykeMaster>: [and now, into the hands of the playerssssss]
Mistress is currently at the bar, smiling smugly with her legs crossed as a small crowd has gathered around her. She sips some champagne bought by one of the various suitors(suitresses)?
Lala_Lovelace is sitting down at a nearby table, watching various dancers in the club. She looks at her empty glass and wonders if the price of Black Russians here is worth getting another one.
<DykeMaster>: The dancefloor is vibrant and bright, neon lights shining from all angles, accentuating their curvaceous and scantily-clad bodies. The bar Mistress sits at is smooth and black, with a futuristic design to it. Onyx-black shelves stock various pricey drinks, the crowd all gathering to buy her another just to get on her good side. Lala can see from the menu...
<DykeMaster>: ...sitting on her table that Black Russians are around £2.50, though it's hard to tell from the cursive handwriting style of the text and hot pink stationery.
Lala_Lovelace would really like to complain about the poor choice of font and color, but she's really thirsty. She gets up with her empty glass to return to buy another at the bar.
Lala_Lovelace gets to the bar and looks for someone who looks bartender-ish.
<Mistress>: [I ROLL TO BEGIN LEZZING OUT WITH AS MANY GIRLS AS POSSIBLE]
<DykeMaster>: [WELL AT LEAST DESCRIBE YOUR ACTIONS]
<DykeMaster>: [AND ROLL BRAH]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [with a d6, right?}
<Lala_Lovelace>: [or are we natural 20ing?]
Mistress leans over from her seat, using her deft and dextrous fingers to pull in her 2 favorite girls from the crows and begin showing them how their body works
<DykeMaster>: The two girls are left hot and sweaty from Mistress' teasing, her fingers exploring their curvy assets hidden beneath the leather and silk of their clothes. Their faces are enough to attract another pair of girls in, who join in on Mistress' playtime.
Lala_Lovelace is still at the bar, waving her empty glass in hopes of getting a bartender's attention.
<DykeMaster>: The bartender is a young woman in her 20s, with bright green and blue streaked hair, and a number of piercings on her lips, ears and nose. You can presume she's got a few more hidden under her clothes. Mainly from the fact the rather thin blouse is doing a poor job of hiding the ones on her chest.
<DykeMaster>: She steps up and greets Lala, smiling. "What you in the mood for, sweetness?" she asked with a grin.
<Lala_Lovelace>: "Black russian, easy on the coffee." She doesn't seem to be in the mood for anything else except her drink.
<DykeMaster>: The bartender seems to almost pout, clearly feeling shot down. She grabs the vodka and coffee liqueur, setting them on the counter as she prepares a glass with some ice.
Lala_Lovelace brushes back her hair, waiting for her drink. She eyes Mistress doing her thing from the corner of her eye, but looks back to watching the bartender work.
Mistress flips hair hair and saunters over to the seat next to Lala_Lovelace, tapping the bar to regain the bartender's attention as the crowd slowly followers in her wake
<DykeMaster>: The bartender quickly pours out the drink, sliding it over to Lala, and then turning to Mistress.
<Lala_Lovelace>: "Thanks."
Mistress leans over to rest her ample bust on the counter, pulling in the bartender gently by her collar
Lala_Lovelace rolls her eyes at Mistress's actions
<DykeMaster>: The bartender was just polishing a glass, forced to put it down by Mistress' latest act of seduction.
<DykeMaster>: The bartender instead pulls away. "Sorry ma'am, I'm busy right now." she said bluntly, returning to polishing her glass. "So you better be in all work mode unless you want security to get frisky." she glances at the rather butch security woman, 6 foot tall and very toned and muscular.
Mistress blinks in surprise
Lala_Lovelace snickers a little bit before taking a sip of her Black Russian
<Mistress>: "Uhm... wow, okay..."
<DykeMaster>: The bartender glares at Lala a bit, clearly still sore over being scorned. She turns around and returns to focusing on her work.
Mistress sips some more of her free drink, looking around nervously. She must immediately reestablish her attractiveness.
Mistress looks over to Lala. The bartender is eying /this/ girl and not her? SHE'LL SHOW THAT BITCH, BY STEALING HER WOMAN.
Lala_Lovelace feels a little bad for turning down the bartender. She had a bad experience with a 23 year old with even more piercings.
Mistress looks around, and then "spills" some of her drink on Lovelace's shirt.
<Lala_Lovelace>: "Uh, excuse me?"
<Mistress>: "Oooh, I'm so sorry! Let me dry you off!"
Lala_Lovelace looks at the stain of her cool ass jeanvest.
<Lala_Lovelace>: "What?"
Mistress uses her experienced hands to both dry off Lala's top, and get her bottoms wet
<DykeMaster>: [gotta roll buddy boy]
<Mistress>: [so now I have 8?]
<DykeMaster>: [anytime you wanna seduce, you gotta roll for it]
<DykeMaster>: [aye]
<Mistress>: [I USE MY SECRET TECHNIQUE BACKGROUND: "LIPSTICK ON YOUR COLLAR" TO LEARN HER BACKGROUND AT THE COST OF ONE SCORE POINT]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [WHAT]
<DykeMaster>: [PERFECTLY VALID]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [HOMO]
<DykeMaster>: [ ]
<Mistress>: [MISTRESS GETS WHAT SHE WANTS, BE IT WOMEN OR INFORMATION]
<Mistress>: [well now he knows all of mine, dm]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [SLUTE]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [TY}
<DykeMaster>: [ah jesus]
<Mistress>: [now ya gotta show me hers]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [tis cool]
<DykeMaster>: [ ]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [weren't we being lesbians]
Mistress works her magic fingers to sufficiently coax Lala's past out of her, leaning into whisper "Ooooh, /hello/ officer..."
Lala_Lovelace shudders when her cover is blown "...W-what are you talking about?"
Mistress continues whispering "Y'know, I went to the same exact prison as you, too... I learned quite a lot."
<DykeMaster>: [apparently in less time]
<DykeMaster>: [talk about turboslute]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [fucking newfag]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [ruining hot dyke prison]
Lala_Lovelace clenches her Black Russian and takes a large drink from it as a cold sweat chills down her spine.
<DykeMaster>: [ my racer dyke spent the most time B^)]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [i-i got out early due to good behavior...]
<Lala_Lovelace>: "J-Just leave me alone, okay?"
<DykeMaster>: [MORE LIKE FUCKING ZE GUARDS, DA?!]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [you are not very subitle are you valkyrie?]
<Mistress>: logs?]
<DykeMaster>: Lala_Lovelace clenches her Black Russian and takes a large drink from it as a cold sweat chills down her spine. <DykeMaster>: [ my racer dyke spent the most time B^)] <Lala_Lovelace>: [i-i got out early due to good behavior...] <Lala_Lovelace>: "J-Just leave me alone, okay?"
<Lala_Lovelace>: [i am the worst undercover cop]
<Mistress>: [I got out in 2 months, I got out for BEST behavior BBBB)]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [ohohoh go to hell]
<DykeMaster>: [more like being a turboslut]
Mistress takes Lala's black russian and sips from it
<Mistress>: "Wouldn't it be a shame if anyone knew why you were here?"
Mistress motions back to the crowd surrounding her from behind, mouthes watering
Lala_Lovelace gives Mistress a death glare. Nobody touches the Black Russian. But that threat could compromise her identity.
<Lala_Lovelace>: [can i roll for dyke punch]
<DykeMaster>: And the threat is very valid. Most occupants of this club are part of the underground racing scene, along with personal entourage.
<DykeMaster>: [Yes]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [ROLLING]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [i have 9 die, right?]
<DykeMaster>: [Yup]
<Mistress>: [also gimme your sheet again]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [ ]
<DykeMaster>: [Alright, I think I'll let you describe the punch]
<DykeMaster>: [or not, that's cool]
Lala_Lovelace risks it all and her awesome drink by throwing a straight punch in Mistress's face
<Lala_Lovelace>: [sorry, someone was trying to call me]
<DykeMaster>: [oh, s'cool dawg]
<DykeMaster>: Mistress is sent flying by the punch, right into her own entourage. The bartender is visibly aroused by Lala's display of aggression, while the entourage look on with shock... and then awe, as they all gaze at Lala's body.
<Lala_Lovelace>: [But what about my drink?]
<Lala_Lovelace>: [ )"; ]
Mistress drops Lala's drink as she falls
<Lala_Lovelace>: [noooooo]
<Mistress>: [MUAHAHAHA]
<DykeMaster>: The drink is unfortunately lost, but the bartender is already making a new one for Lala. Meanwhile, Mistress is left rather embarrassed by the whole thing.
<Lala_Lovelace>: [i don't have enough sunglasses to describe this moment]
<DykeMaster>: Lala however, earns herself a Score point by making a recently-scorned bartender wet for her once more. That takes talent.
Mistress picks herself up, looking wildly around the room wildly. She then stomps over on her too-many-to-count heeled shoes and grabs Lala by her collar
<Mistress>: "Mistress gets what she wants. And what I want tonight is /you/, head-first under the wheel of my car."
Mistress suddenly gets a mischevious grin on her face
<Mistress>: "Actually... how about we do something a little... taboo, together? We could trade cars!"
<Lala_Lovelace>: "I could punch in the face again."
Mistress leans in to whisper. "I bet the police are willing to pay a pretty penny to get a leg up in these sorts of races."
<DykeMaster>: "Or, you could race!" the bartender suggests, leaving another Black Russian on the counter. "That's what you gals do, right?"
Lala_Lovelace snatches the Black Russian and backs up away from Mistress to sit at the counter.
<Lala_Lovelace>: "A race sounds better."
<Mistress>: "I never took you for the type to play it straight, but okay."
<Lala_Lovelace>: "Haha."
Lala_Lovelace takes a drink from the Black Russian
Mistress looks around the club nervously, adjusting her top some and then storming out
<Mistress>: "I'll see you on the track, bitch."
Lala_Lovelace raises her glass toward Mistress's dramatic leaving.
<DykeMaster>: The time is now nearing 11PM, and the two racers stand on the track; a course weaving through the city
<DykeMaster>: From the start, the street looks average, not very packed but it's nothing to a wide-open highway.
<DykeMaster>: Talking of wide-open, right behind them, the course appears to finish with a wide, straight path.
<DykeMaster>: The bartender from before now stands between the cars, holding up... a pair of panties. Well, guess we can't afford every luxury when the race is rather sudden, yes?

<DykeMaster>: [RACE THEME: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtKaAS88Hdc

Mistress revs the engine of her rustbucket. Damnit.
Lala_Lovelace listens to that engine purr and waves to Mistress from in her car.


<Mistress>: me snarls, she has some extra makeup on her now-swelling eye
Mistress snarls, she has some extra makeup on her now-swelling eye
Mistress talks in the 3rd person, narrating her actions]
Lala_Lovelace is turned on ]