Warnings: Sexually explicit, includes woman-to-woman and man/woman sex, bad language. Copyright Karen Malevich 1999.

Xena, Gabrielle and any other characters featured in the actual TV series are copyrighted to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures while the rest of the story is my own.

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"Jesus, Xena! What are we going to do?  James can’t know I’m with you, it’ll cost me my job, everything…"

Xena gathered her thoughts quickly.  She disentangled herself from Gabrielle’s arms, getting off the bed and on to her feet.

"I’m sorry, Gabrielle," she whispered, "I’ll have to go out to him. You wait here, I’ll try and distract him so you can leave …I’m really sorry".  The second apology was sufficient in the circumstances to signal exactly how Xena might have to distract James.

She leaned down and brushed her lips across Gabrielle’s.  She retrieved a robe from a chair and as she tied the cord around her waist, she cast one regretful look back at the blonde woman in the bed.   Xena turned off the bedroom light and opened the door to the living room.

"Hello, James," she said softly. She closed the door behind her, but left it slightly ajar so Gabrielle would know when to make her move.

"Xena. I wondered where you had got to. You are, unless I am mistaken, still on my time. Someone said that you had left with Gabrielle."

Xena was starting to get pissed.  Life was getting way too complicated for her liking.  Attack, she decided, was in this case going to be the best form of defence.

"As we know James, my time is all mine.  Sometimes I lend you some of it." She bit each word off, letting her anger show.  "My terms, my time, my price.  You wanna play on that basis - fine. Otherwise you can go fuck yourself - literally and figuratively.  If you must know, not that it is any of your business, Gabrielle needed tampons and to freshen herself up.  She has since gone home."

Like many men, James had all the common myths of the menstrual cycle down pat. Women bleed, and you were made to pay for it for days. Better they take themselves off home or ingest enough pills to function without biting your head off. James decided not to press the point.

"Oh," James replied, contritely. He and Xena both knew that he wouldn’t do anything that would risk his expulsion from the exclusive list that comprised her clients.

Xena knew that she had James on the ropes.  She decided to finish the poor man off.

"So, shall we do something more interesting than discuss whose time is whose?"

James nodded mutely.

Xena knew that she was safe. She would fuck James. They would return to the event downstairs. Gabrielle would be able to leave, undetected by her boss.  The thought of Gabrielle caused Xena to cringe. The blonde woman would probably never speak to her again. Declarations of love would not survive her watching Xena at work. Dammit, why had she said she loved her? It couldn't be true - they hardly knew each other, intimate knowledge of each others body notwithstanding.  They had exchanged maybe forty-five minutes conversation not related to the sexual and professional situation between them. When the whole hour is used making lo.....fucking, it doesn't leave much time for getting to know each other in other ways.

But it had seemed like the only phrase that fitted her admittedly confused feelings. And it had clearly meant something to Gabrielle.

Xena eyed James and pushed all thoughts of Gabrielle and her proximity from her mind.

"Take your clothes off and bring me my bag."

James began disrobing under Xena’s imperious gaze. His clothes were discarded, piled over Xena's which were still on the floor.  He retrieved her bag sitting in the suite’s small entrance lobby.  James placed the bag at her feet.

"On your knees, hands behind your back."

James sank gratefully to his knees. His body was already covered in a slight sheen of perspiration, not the only visible signal of his arousal.  God, how he loved the feelings that this woman inspired in him.

 Xena opened the bag that contained the more portable of the tools of her trade.  She retrieved some suitable clothing, laying a bustier, garter belt, sheer black stockings and stilettos on the chair. As she reached for the dildo, she glanced up at the bedroom door. Standing back from the light sliding through the small crack she could see two eyes watching her. She paused, harness in hand. She was sure Gabrielle had heard every word and would be aware of what was going to happen. Approximately. Should she give her a chance to come out? And face James? And ruin her career?

Sharply, Xena turned away from the door and moved to the light switch and turned the lights down low. The bedroom door was still open, dark inside but Xena swore she could make out a blond pale figure.

Gabrielle couldn't quite believe she was standing naked in a strange hotel room, about to watch her .... lover?.... fuck her employer.

Gabrielle watched in fascination as Xena dressed. The dim light of the suite cast shadows across her body and face creating a softness that seemed at odds with the situation.  Watching Xena dress was almost more erotic than watching her undress. God, her legs went on forever as she slid the stockings up and up and up....then slowly, deliberately attached them to her garter belt. Gabrielle swallowed hard.

James attention was also riveted on Xena as she dressed. As Xena pulled the bustier up, she turned to him.

"Stand up I need your assistance, James." She turned her back to him. James fumbled with the laces of the corset but after a time managed to tighten and tie them.  She was now fully dressed for this session. In the stilettos she was well over six feet and the room was filled with her presence. She was all he could see, all he wanted to see.

"You are inept, aren’t you.  Without my discipline you would never survive.  Get the riding crop."

James allowed himself a short sharp intake of breath, his excitement almost unbearable.

He moved to the bag and took out the short switch and almost reverently handed it to Xena.

She took the apparatus and cut it through the air, the dull whistle presaging the exquisite pain she was about to inflict.

"Table.  Now"

James eagerly moved as he was instructed, bending over presenting his ass and back to his mistress.  Face down on the table and no longer able to see Xena the anticipation of the first strike was extraordinary.  James had long since resolved any ambivalence about his particular desires, now he revelled in them.  He took a breath and waited.

Xena, her timing impeccable, flexed her arm and after a moments delay sufficient to stretch James’ expectancy to breaking point she brought the riding crop down hard against his ass.

She repeated the action a dozen times, altering the strength of her blows randomly, so James, now moaning, never knew quite what to expect.  His ass was adorned with a series of red welts criss-crossing the pale skin.

"Stand up" she commanded quietly.  She led him by the hand and sat him in a large arm-chair, the cool leather comforting his heated buttocks.

Xena, knowing exactly how to pace a session with James, slowed things down a little.   Ignoring his still erect cock she walked across the room and poured two drinks.

"Whisky?" she asked.

"Please."

She handed him his drink and turned to put some music on, something she knew he would enjoy, fitting to the situation.  Anita Baker's Rapture.

As the beautiful sound of Anita's voice filled the room, with the sensuous, sexy music James sat back in the chair, took a sip of his drink and waited, glad of the change of pace, not wanting to come too soon.

Gabrielle was riveted to the crack in the door.  As yet not so sanguine as James about her pleasures she was somewhat horrified at her reaction to the scene of Xena whipping James.  She was incredibly turned on.  Much as her higher instincts told her to turn away, her baser ones centered entirely in her cunt kept her glued to the door following the scene unfolding in the other room.

Xena was walking towards James her own drink in her hand.  She took a mouthful and swallowed.  She ran her hand down his chest lightly then wrapped her hand around his cock. She smiled at him as she straddled him and smoothly engulfed him.

Gabrielle just about passed out. Her knees buckled and she sank to the floor leaning against the wall beside the door.  Her heart was hammering in her chest.  As the other two moved together in the other room, she thought about gathering her clothes.  She either had to get out of here or .... just slide her hand .... oh yes.... She was as turned on as James, if not more.  Her fingers zeroed in on her clitoris.  She spread her legs, her knees raised. As the sounds from the other room intensified, her thoughts turned to a vision of Xena’s face buried in her cunt. She felt Xena's fingers in her, her tongue on her clit… Gabrielle’s hips moved and her breath shortened.

James' hands were attached to Xena's waist, helping her move. His eyes fixed on her beauty. Her breasts, straining, almost free of the bustier. Her long, black hair swaying above him. Her eyes, blue and glittering. Her voice was low and sexy, murmuring words designed for maximum arousal.  Xena knew that James was close to the edge, and she concentrated her movement, grinding herself into James, riding him hard.

As the music climaxed, so did he, groaning as he came inside of her.

Xena ran her hands up and down his arms and around his neck, lying forward over his chest. They lay together briefly as James recovered slightly.   Xena then rolled off him and stood up.

"Get yourself together and get my cock for me James."

Another command, the one that James wanted to hear the most.

James moved to the find the dildo and its harness.  Xena took the opportunity to glance towards the bedroom.  She saw what could only be Gabrielle's legs in the dim light. What was she doing?  Xena strained her eyes and could see her .... lover?... naked, legs spread, masturbating.  She nearly fell over. This wasn't quite the response she was expecting. Xena’s cunt started to throb in sympathy.

Xena turned towards James taking the dildo and harness from him.

"Back on your knees." James knelt in front of Xena as she strapped on the dildo, adjusting the straps of the harness.

"Suck me." James ran his tongue along the length of the silicon cock, then closed his mouth around the head.  While James was occupied again Xena’s eyes were drawn to the bedroom door just in time to take in the glorious site of Gabrielle in the midst of a silent but intense orgasm.  The two women locked eyes. Xena licked her lips signalling her pleasure, her enjoyment of Gabrielle in that moment.

She tore her eyes away from Gabrielle and looked down at James who was still relishing the fruitless task of giving a silicon dildo head.

"Stop," she ordered. "Bend over the table again".

James did as he was told.  His legs were slightly spread, waiting for Xena to take her  place.

She stood between his legs, nudging them further apart. She warmed some lubricant in her hands, spreading it over his buttocks and anus.

She smoothed the skin on his lower back, feeling the tense muscles relax then tense as her palms dropped back to his buttocks. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up his spine.

He moaned appreciatively as she bit his shoulder blade.

"Christ, that feels good."

She let the tip of the dildo rest against the tight opening. She withdrew it and let her finger briefly enter him, testing him, spreading the wet warmth into him.

He grunted loudly as she penetrated him in one slow, inexorable movement.

The music was cranking up in tempo again. ‘I know the kind of pain you offer, Baby I’ve felt your kind of pain before.  Change your mind like revolving doors…’ She applied herself to her task, moving the silicon cock in and out. This was always the most boring part for her, the most exciting for him. But after the first orgasm had taken his edge off, he could stretch this fuck out for many minutes, if he chose.

He raised his torso off the table as he grew more excited, his eyes tightly shut.  Xena one hand on his hip reached around with her other hand and found his cock, hard again.

She gasped out loud as she felt a hand on her back.  Gabrielle now fully dressed, shoes and purse in one hand, was standing right beside her.

"Christ, Xena don’t stop, please," came James strangled plea.

Xena, to her credit, quickly regained her momentum and began pumping the cock in and out of James again.  Her eyes found Gabrielle’s.  A pair of green eyes were sparkling as their owner leaned forward and simultaneously traced the curve of Xena’s ear with her tongue as her right hand sought and found a full, warm breast, pinching the nipple firmly.

"Just keep going…..," a whisper in her ear so soft that Xena barely heard it.

Careful that her dress not touch James' leg, Gabrielle leaned slightly over and ran her hand, between the cheeks of Xena's ass and into her cunt.  The lubricant and Xena's own juices mingled around her fingers. No time for subtlety. As Xena rode James hard, Gabrielle fucked her lover.

James and Xena were both now breathing heavily, gasping in their arousal. Usually she faked it at this point with James, but now she was approaching an intense orgasm.   James was responding to her energy, groaning into the table and his hands grasping its far edge.

The music rose and fell, the singer imploring her audience to believe in the mystery. 'Baby you'd better believe in the mystery, like it used to be, we were more than lonely drifters in the dark....'

Xena believed first, with James coming a close second.

She fell forward on to his back, exhausted by the emotions and the sensations the evening had brought her.

As they lay together, Xena heard the quiet sound of the main door to the suite open and close. Gabrielle's final whispered words were echoing in her ears. "Call me."
 
 
 

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