Little Miss and the Law (7 page)

Chapter Four

Jake paced outside the apartment building with a growing sense of excitement. All she could think of was the beautiful woman who simply oozed power. The image of her striding through the apartment with her animal gait, leather pants creaking with authoritarian grace was enough to make Jake weak at the knees. She had been absolutely giddy when Archer had called on the home line and asked her out that evening. Mackenzie was safely out of the way at dinner with Stephanie, so there was no way for her to stymie Jake's plans.

It was dark out, and all around the street lights twinkled with the promise of this great new land. Jake's short blonde hair had been carefully straightened into a pretty sleek short bob and she wore a dark, flared skirt of such shortness that Mackenzie would most certainly not have approved. Underneath it, spider web stockings twirled about her slim thighs and calves, terminating in heavy black boots. She shivered in her light jacket, the hack and slash tank top that barely covered her did not do much to keep her warm. She hoped Archer would like the outfit.

At the appointed hour, Jake grinned to herself as a car purred up out of the darkness, and a door swung open. Archer. It had to be. Jake ducked her head down to verify her assumption and saw that the interior of the otherwise plain black vehicle with tinted windows was a deep blood red leather. Archer was just as beautiful as Jake remembered her, her full lips promising exotic pleasures, her molten brown gaze consuming Jake where she stood. As Jake stared, Archer crooked a finger towards her.

“C'mon kiddo.”

Thoroughly smitten, Jake slid herself into the seat next to Archer. She pulled the door closed with a hefty 'thunk' and they swept off into the night.

Archer's light brown gaze ran over Jake, and her full lips quirked into something that could have been a smile. “Cute outfit,” she noted.

“Thanks, I just threw it on, you know,” Jake shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Mhm, it suits you.” Archer's eyes undressed Jake.

“So, where are we going?”

“To a club of mine.”

“You own a club?” Jake was impressed.

Archer chuckled at the younger woman's naivety. “I do. I think you'll like this one.”

“O for oarsome,” Jake concurred.

The rest of the journey took place in silence. Jake tried to strike up conversation a few times, but Archer either replied entirely non comittaly or not at all. Eventually Jake lapsed into silence and fiddled with her fingers in her lap. She was mildly disappointed when they drew up outside what was nothing more than another grimy, graffiti covered wall which held an iron door.

“Come on,” Archer spoke to her at last as she swept her athletic frame out of the car and Jake quickly followed, tugging at her skirt which had slid treacherously high up her thighs.

Archer knocked on the door with ring covered knuckles and a slit swung open, then quickly shut when whoever was inside saw Archer. There was the sound of bolts being shot back, then the door swung open and Jake found herself confronted with the tallest man she'd ever seen. He had to be at least 6'5 and, judging by his broad dark suited shoulders he was easily three times broader than she was. He said nothing, but looked down at her with a remote disinterest.

Archer was already beginning to descend the staircase that was all that the door opened onto, and Jake followed her quickly. The place was nothing but a basement, a large cavern, and as they descended, rhythmic bass could be heard, pulsing through the concrete and stone.

Another door at the bottom of the stairs sealed the club off from the rest of the world and was manned by yet another burly bouncer. Archer made her way through that portal without so much as a word and Jake followed her into the club. Here the music swelled around her, not so loud as to drown out conversation, but deep and intense, disorienting. The place was lit by electric chandeliers and already quite full of revelers, some of whom, Jake realized, were dressed in even less than her. Plenty of the younger women were topless entirely as they swayed to the music in a rhythmic trance.

Archer was received like a queen. The crowd parted for her with murmurs of respect and she nodded politely here and there to those who had evidently earned her favor. There were only women here, women of all shapes and sizes, but only women. Archer still had not looked back for Jake, she seemed to simply expect Jake to follow her as she made her way to a raised dais next to the bar. It was well furnished with large, deep couches, and although there were many people standing in the club, nobody had dared sit in the raised section.

Archer tossed herself languidly onto the couch and flickered her eyes over at the bartender, a girl with a green spiked Mohican and piercings in her nipples connected by a chain. Immediately, she leaped into action preparing a drink. Jake dithered for a moment, suddenly feeling out of place and awkward. Archer pulled her down onto the couch by the back of her skirt and casually slid her hand down between Jake's thighs without so much as a by your leave, as her eyes roamed the room, not paying the slightest bit of attention to the young blonde next to her.

“Easy mate!” Jake protested, making to move Archer's hand away, but all she got for her troubles was a light pinch of her lower thigh and a raised brow from Archer, who seemed genuinely surprised at her complaint.

“Settle down, girl,” she said, her voice low and commanding. Contrary to her nature, Jake found herself surprised into silence as Archer's fingers made themselves at home against the delicate folds of her sex.

With nothing left to do but watch the room, Jake realized finally that this was no ordinary lesbian bar. Yes, there was music and dancing, but there was an undercurrent that went beyond that. As she watched, she realized that across the floor, scenes of dominance and submission played out over and over again. Before Jake's eyes, she saw a pretty young brunette taken by her wavy hair and dragged off into a dark corner, where Jake could only see that her legs were splayed wide around the quickly thrusting hips of the tuxedo clad woman who had taken her. Hands groped and touched all over bodies that seemed to accept the touch no matter where it came from, and on the far side of the room a middle aged woman with bright red hair knelt before a chair and was used as a foot stool.

Why had Archer thought that she would like this place? It was strange and not at all Jake's cup of tea.

“Uh, Archer, Can I, I think I, I 'm not really, you know, is it alright if I go home?” she stammered.

Archer laughed without so much as looking back at her. “You'll go home once I'm done with you. You've a lot to learn, Jake.”

A tremor of fear ran through Jake. What had she gotten herself into? Mackenzie had been right, she should have stayed away from Archer. Well, she wasn't going to stay here waiting for Archer to allow her to go home.

“Gotta pee,” she said, extricating herself from Archer's grip and making her way quickly across the dance floor to the flashing bathroom sign. More than a few heads turned to look as the little lithe blonde weaved her way through the crowd, and Jake squealed in outrage as a palm laid itself across her ass with a hearty slap. Finally, she escaped into the small, sleek bathroom and looked about for a way out.

They were underground, so climbing out the window was not an option. Maybe if she just waited here a little, then slipped into the crowd as someone left? Yes. That would do.

As more clubbers streamed into the bathroom, moaning with animal passion, Jake slipped out and secreted herself in the shadows, stunned by what went on all around her. Beside her, a broad woman gripped her girlfriend by the back of the neck, slipped up her skirt and began spanking her cheeks with hard slaps. Jake drew away with horror as the woman's bottom grew quickly pink, then red, as the cheeks jiggled along with the cries of pain.

“Archer wants you,” a voice yelled into her ear from behind.

Jake jumped around to see a woman with copious amounts of metal in her face pointing towards Archer, who was gazing at Jake with displeasure.

“Better get over there, honey,” the woman advised.

Jake took her advice. There was no way out with Archer watching, and it seemed that it would be a bad idea to annoy her.

“I can see why Mackenzie was so worried about you, you're a bad little girl,” Archer purred when Jake returned to her side.

In spite of herself, Jake squirmed at the words. They unleashed torrents of warmth inside her belly.

“I'm not naughty,” she replied childishly.

“Yes you are. You were not given permission to go to the bathroom. I think I am going to have to spank your naughty little bottom,” Archer said, her voice so low, so seductive that Jake could only manage a whimper in response.

“Lay over momma's lap,” Archer purred again, and Jake blushed the the very roots of her hair.

“I.. I'm not...” she protested, but it was already too late. Archer had her by the wrist and was easing her over her lap. To Jake's shame, she did it so that her pantyhose covered bottom was exposed to the room.

“Raise your bottom, little girl,” Archer said.

Jake whimpered, then had her bottom raised for her as Archer propped up her leg and gave Jake's bottom the soundest slap she'd ever felt in her entire life. A squeal of pain was quickly followed by a burst of tears as the humiliation and pain sunk in.

“Naughty little girl disobeys her elders and betters, thinks she knows what is best. The world is a dangerous place for naughty little girls,” Archer said, slapping first Jake's right cheek, then her left cheek with sound strokes. This was a spanking intended to hurt, and it hurt plenty as Jake's wails and cries lifted over the music and every eye in the place turned to watch her as she threw a tantrum over Archer's lap.

“Let me go, or I swear to fucking god I will kill you, I will fucking kill you!” She cursed with pure rage. Jake might have been a slight slip of a thing, but she was Aussie through and through and an Australian never backs down from a fight.

A gasp erupted from the audience. Had the little upstart really threatened to kill Archer? For a moment, there was silence aside from Jake's sobbing, then Archer burst into laughter of genuine amusement.

“You? Kill me? Little girl, really!” she laughed. Relieved, the crowd burst into laughter too, and cheered as Archer began to soundly spank Jake's bottom once more, now with even harder spanks, if that were at all possible.

“How dare you threaten me, little girl? You are so very, very naughty!” Archer lectured as she turned Jake's cheeks a deep, dark red.

Jake howled and writhed and cursed the whole way through the spanking, never before in her life had she been so chastised. When Archer was done with her, she simply laid over her lap, sobbing great tears.

Archer allowed her to lay there, occasionally stroking and petting her warm bottom. The clubbers soon returned to their own actives and Jake was once again forgotten, just another well spanked submissive in a room of submissives needing good sound spankings.

“Why did you do that?” she asked at length, asking the question with a trembling lower lip that made her look just like the little girl Archer called her.

“Do you know who I am?” Archer answered Jake's question with her own.

“Not really,” Jake shook her head.

“Yet you agreed to meet me all alone and followed me down into a basement through two heavy doors. For all you knew there was a meat saw and a store of dismembered body parts down here. Kiddo, you've a lot to learn. That spanking was a fraction of what you deserve. Now dry your eyes and sit up, there's no point moping over something you'll be experiencing many more times before I'm done with you.”

Archer took a swig of her drink and looked around the room as Jake scrambled up with a pout set firmly on her features.

“Who says I'll let you?”

Archer evidently didn't deign to respond to such a silly question and Jake folded her arms over her chest and sulked for the rest of the evening. Eventually Archer declared that it was bedtime for little girls and drove her home. Jake continued to sulk in silence the whole way, and Archer likewise remained silent until Jake stepped out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her. The tinted window rolled down to reveal Archer's magnetic gaze.

“Listen kiddo, Mackenzie doesn't know it, but I look out for her. You're trouble of the worst kind Jake, trouble that doesn't know how much trouble it is. You'll tell Mackenzie what happened tonight, and you'll see me tomorrow.”

“No I won't. I'll never see you again!” Jake taunted, emboldened by being back at home.

“You'll see me tomorrow, one way or another,” Archer promised. The dark tinted window slid up and Jake was left to stomp her feet on the pavement and flip the car off before turning tail and running into the lobby.