Lisa

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COLORADO STATION WASN’T anything like Bellevue. It was civilized. After days of endless dirt and scrubs, Lisa rubbed her eyes to make sure this town wasn’t an illusion. It was a boomtown. There were buildings made of logs and scrap, but unlike the emptiness of New York City and the abandoned hell that was Ohio, this place looked like civilization had a chance.

“I need two rooms,” she said, walking up to a man behind a well-stocked bar. His leathery skin wrinkled around his eyes and mouth. Missing a few teeth and the tip of his nose, he’d never win a beauty contest, but he seemed amiable enough. A quick look around showed Lisa that the security, however, was no joke. The guards were burly guys with no sense of humor, holding long bats with barbed wire wrapped around the tops.

Lucas was carrying Bethany, who was unconscious and breathing shallowly. Lem and Jesse were keeping him calm, because he was not handling his emotions well, after coming out of the healing trance to find his mate having an out-of-body experience. Karen had dropped them off to see if she could get a spot in the trader’s section.

The bartender spit a wad of something into a crusty old pot. Lisa cringed. He ran his hand through his greasy hair and stared at her like he wanted to see her naked. “Whatcha got to trade?”

Lucas growled deep in his throat. Lisa shot him a warning look. Bethany took that moment to gasp a moan, and thankfully his attention diverted back to her.

“We’ve got leather goods.”

“I’m not really looking for material things. I’m more into service, if you understand my meaning.” He licked his lips and stared at her breasts.

Controlling a shudder, Lisa plastered on a smile. “My friend Lem back there is a mean cook.”

The bartender blinked in surprise, and his eyes left her chest to flick over at Lem. “How good?”

“I’ve got skills,” Lem said. “Depends on what you’ve got in the kitchen. My specialty is game meat stew. With some potatoes and other root vegetables I can feed this tavern. I even have some sourdough starter for fresh bread.”

The bartender took one longing look at Lisa, but his stomach won over his prick. “Three meals a day for every day you want to stay. That’s one room.” He leered back at Lisa. “What are you offering for your room, honey? You could share my bed.”

Lem and Jesse are just going to have to stay with Lucas and Bethany.

“My girlfriend and I are staying with her leather wagon. The room is for my brother and his m—woman.” Lisa almost said mate. The less anyone knew about them, the better.

The bartender grunted and nodded to one of the guards. “Hans will take you up. Do you need a doctor for the girl?”

“I hope not,” Lisa said. “But where can I find one just in case?”

“We got a hospital down by the farmers’ market,” he said proudly.

“Really?” Lisa’s mouth dropped. “What else you got around here?”

“What are you looking for?”

Bethany whimpered.

“Hold that thought,” Lisa said. They followed Hans up a rickety staircase. She had to marvel at the construction. This was the first two-story building she’d ever been in.

Hans was a lot better-looking than his boss, once you got over the scars and the large weapon he carried. She liked his muscles and the bulge in his pants. He’d be a great source of information about the town, as well as a good time.

He opened a door to one of the rooms in the hall. Lucas wasted no time tucking Bethany in bed.

“I’m going to go check out the kitchens,” Lem said. “You coming?”

“I’ll go,” Jesse said.

Lisa shook her head. “I’m going to see what trouble I can get into.”

Lucas shot her a warning look, but she just laughed.

Catching up to Hans as he strode back down the hallway, she touched his arm to get his attention and found herself thrown against the wall, with his forearm against her throat. The tiger in her leaped to the foreground, but she pushed her back. Hopefully, her eyes hadn’t changed.

“Whoa, big guy,” she said. “I just wanted to ask you some questions.”

“About what?” He removed his arm but loomed over her.

It was turning her on. She hadn’t had a cock in her mouth in too long. Luckily, Karen didn’t mind as long as Lisa came back home to her at the end of the day.

“I’m new in town,” Lisa began.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“Buy me dinner and a bottle of booze, and I’ll blow you.”

Hans stared down at her. “Is this a joke?”

She caressed his cock through his heavy denim pants. “Nope. You want to go somewhere private, or should I drop to my knees here?”

His cock swelled under her palm. Grinning in anticipation, she rubbed him. He caught his breath. “In here.” He opened up a room a few doors down and locked it behind him.

Glancing around, she noticed the room was decorated almost identically to the room they were just in. There was a large urn of water on a table by the bed. Turning back, Hans was watching her as if he was expecting her to change her mind. As if.

Unbuttoning his pants, Lisa slid the zipper down. She held his gaze when she reached in and pulled him out. Thick and hard for her already. Sinking to her knees, Lisa took his pants to his knees.

“Take off your shirt,” he said just as her mouth was going to cover him.

“You want to feel my tits on your legs when I suck you off.”

He nodded.

Lisa pretended to consider it. “For that you’ve got to talk to me over dinner. Give me all the dirt on this place. I want to know who the movers and shakers are.”

“You got it,” Hans said, quickly.

Hiding her amusement, Lisa shrugged out of her leather vest, setting her breasts free. She held them in her hands. “My girlfriend’s are bigger, but I think these get the job done. Don’t you think?” Playing with the nipples, she noticed his breathing getting shallower. This was going to go too fast. Maybe, she’d think of something else she wanted, and he’d fuck her.

Lisa hugged him, kissing his stomach. The hairs on his legs tickled her breasts and her pants were too tight as wetness flooded her. She gave a quick lick down the long length of him. His hands stayed firmly at his sides as if he was afraid of touching her. Wiggling her breasts against his cock and legs felt good, but Lisa wanted more.

Without warning, quick as a pouncing cat, she took him deep in her throat.

He slammed back into the door, almost dislodging her. Lisa giggled and dug her fingers into his ass while she sucked hard and bobbed her head.

Hans grunted incoherently. His hard cock felt wonderful halfway down her throat, and she eased up on the furious pace to pay special attention to the sensitive tip.

Peering up at him, Lisa swirled her tongue over the tip, keeping her fist tight around him. Sucking just on the head made his hips jerk, and she deep throated him again.

“Oh.” His shout was loud, and he coated her throat with cum.

“Mmmm.” Lisa slid him out of her mouth, giving him one last kiss. His cock was slick and hot from her mouth.

Hans breathed heavily. Lisa rubbed her cheek against his semi-hard member before tucking it back into his pants. “You know, Hans, I think we can be of use to each other.”

“How...How do you figure?”

Lisa kicked off her boots and pulled down her leather pants. “I can give you some information about a caravan that’s coming in.”

“The Lewis and Clark one?”

He surprised her. “Is there an ambush set up?”

Hans shook his head. He was mesmerized by what he saw. Lisa grinned. “You want to fuck me.”

Hans nodded.

“Good, but you’re going to go down on me first, and if you do a good job, I’m going to bring you back home to my girlfriend, and you can join us tonight. Would you like that?”

“This the same girlfriend with the big boobs?” He held out his hands in front of his chest.

“Men,” she said. “Yeah. Why don’t you show me what you would do to them?”

Hans shed his clothes and backed her up to the bed. His hands were rough and scarred as they massaged over her breasts. Lisa didn’t want foreplay. She wanted his tongue inside her. Lying down on the bed, she spread her legs, showing him how wet and ready she was.

“I have to be dreaming,” Hans said, kneeling between her legs. He petted her landing strip. “This is sexy.”

“My girlfriend is really good with a knife,” Lisa said, smiling as his cock shot fully erect. “Now, make me talk. Make me spill all my dirty little secrets.”

“I’m not very good at this,” Hans said.

“Eagerness makes up for a lot.” Lisa stretched her folds open wide, revealing her clit. “See that little pearl?”

Hans nodded, transfixed.

“Put your tongue on it. Lick it, suck it. Whatever you do, don’t take your tongue off until I drench your face. Got it?”

Hans went for it.

Lisa’s toes curled. She had to hold his head and fuck his face to get off, but he didn’t do half bad. It made her long for Karen’s teasing tongue and rough pinches on her nipples. Frustrated, Lisa lay back and let him probe her with her tongue.

“How was that?” he asked.

“Can you fuck me hard?” Lisa said, getting on her hands and knees. Tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I mean, use me to come. Go fast and wild.”

Hans got bonus points for following directions. His first thrust made her scream into the pillow. It had been so long. Breasts scraping across the blanket, Lisa grunted with each brutal thrust. He was going so deep his balls hit her clit. She would have spread her legs wider, but he held her hips too tight.

“Fuck me,” she snarled, almost losing control of the tiger again. “Harder.”

He filled her, stretched her to the point of pain, and he was long enough to tap her cervix. She clamped around him. He had staying power after that blowjob, and with the rhythm of his pounding, Lisa groaned her climax.

“Can I come?” he asked, as she relaxed into his thrusts.

“Oh yeah.” Lisa smiled. “You earned it.”

He surprised her again by pulling out and coming on her ass. She liked it. Liked it better when he used the cloth and water in the urn to clean her up.

“So do I get to meet your girlfriend?”

Lisa looked him over. He was younger than she first thought. Scarred-up and muscled, but a vulnerable look in his eyes. They would run roughshod over him. She grinned.

“How soon can you get it up again?”

He began to play with himself, but she stopped him. “Save it, Hans, you’re going to need it. Let’s get dressed, and we can have that talk.”

They chose an outdoor place that had barbecue pits set up with racks of sweet-smelling venison and chicken rotating on spits. The fact that there was a choice was a marvel to Lisa. This could very well be paradise. As luck would have it, Karen’s wagon was set up not too far from where they were seated for dinner.

Two women came up to their table hand in hand. They were dressed in thin clothing that wasn’t going to keep them warm once nightfall came.

“If you buy us dinner, we’ll make you come,” the redhead said.

“Both of us, several times,” the brunette added.

Lisa glanced at the wagon. Karen gave her a look and shook her head but didn’t stop bartering with the customers.

“I’m in a relationship,” Lisa said, surprised that she didn’t feel like she was missing out.

“With him?” the redhead scorned. “We’ll do him too.”

Hans beamed.

“Take a hike,” Lisa said. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea, and with legs like yours, you won’t go hungry.”

The redhead pouted. “If you change your mind, I’d love to taste you.”

“Talk to my girlfriend,” Lisa said and pointed Karen out.

“Oh,” the brunette said. “You’re the reason she turned us down.”

Pleasure lit up Lisa’s belly, and when platters of food hit the table, she decided it was the best day of her life.

“Maybe tomorrow. Let me work on her.”

“You do that,” the redhead said, and they left her alone.

“Four girls?” Hans sighed. “It’s like a Lewis and Clark interview.”

She shrugged. “I didn’t have to audition. We’re part of a Tech’s team.”

Hans clicked his teeth. “Nice work.”

Lisa’s mouth was crammed too full of food for Hans to grill her on anything specific. But he liked to talk once the beer got flowing, and she was able to eat in peace while he babbled about the settlement.

“My tribe’s from the River, but when Lewis and Clark set up their operations, we moved closer to the Gran Juc.” He pointed to the train tracks that were twisted and sprawled like metal spaghetti. “They’re responsible for all the buildings.”

“What about the nomads? Don’t they try and raid?” Lisa considered licking her plate clean but dug into the pickles instead.

Hans poured her another beer. “They try, but we’re too well-fortified. Most of the tribes just want to trade in peace. There’s always some upstart that wants to become king, but for the most part we’re all doing our share to have what our parents and grandparents did.”

Lisa frowned. “I don’t believe the stories you hear about that. It seems too magical.”

“Maybe, but it’s a nice dream.” Hans looked out into the market. “Lewis and Clark expeditions isn’t an easy company to work for. But you do what you have to do to survive, right?”

“Ever been in their bed?” Lisa asked.

Hans nodded. “Once. I could barely walk for a week.”

She grinned.

“It’s not my thing, but it got me the job at the hotel,” he said.

“Do you kick a lot of heads in?” she asked.

“Not lately. It’s drunk and deviant handling mostly.”

Tensing, Lisa narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean by deviant?”

“You know the kind that don’t take no for an answer.”

She relaxed, slightly. “Yeah, there’s always someone trying to take even if it’s freely given elsewhere.” Lisa saw that the redhead and the brunette got lucky with a couple and watched them go back to the hotel together. Damn, that would be a show.

“Lewis doesn’t tolerate any of that.”

“What about Clark?” Lisa thought it was odd Hans didn’t mention the partner.

“Let’s just say if he wasn’t the boss man’s main squeeze, he’d be six feet under.” Hans mopped up the sauce with a heel of bread.

“Good to know,” Lisa muttered, thinking of Jesse.

“Things have been pretty quiet around here, and then California popped up. Now everyone’s come to town. We’re all going to be rich even if no one finds anything.”

“You think it’s true?”

“I know it,” Hans said. “People from the Nevada tribe have been here. They said it started with a huge wave that killed most of them on the coastline. Carson City and Reno gone. Destroyed everything they had built.”

“Is Vegas still there?”

“Barely. When it all cleared, there were new islands in the distance.”

“Speaking of islands,” Lisa cut in. “What do you know about Alcatraz?”

“I know it survived most of the meteorite’s destruction. They say it’s because it’s been warded.” Hans waggled his fingers.

Lisa blew raspberries at him. “Bullshit. No one would protect a prison.”

“I don’t know. These guys that are occupying it now are no joke.”

“They’re Purebloods, right?” Lisa tried to sound casual Hans frowned. “Something like that. I’ve never been. Heard stories, though.” Hans rubbed a finger on a spot on the tablecloth. “One of the guards couldn’t take it and came here to start a new life.”

“Do you know where he is?” Lisa asked, half out of her chair.

“He died during a raid a few years ago.”

“Oh,” she said and rested her cheek on her fist glumly.

“Why so sad?”

“We’re moving on as soon as our friend is healthy and Lewis and Clark catch up.”

“There’s thousands of little islands, why are you so interested in Alcatraz?”

“I think a friend of mine is there,” she said, casting her eyes away so he wouldn’t see the desperation in them.

“There’s no salvage in the prison.” Hans leaned back in his chair. “It’s some kind of research facility.”

“What do they research?” Lisa pretended indifference, but he started squirming. She put her hand on his lap to distract him.

His eyes glazed a bit. “I can get you some information.”

Lisa rubbed him through his pants. “What kind of information?”

“I can get my hands on his journals and things. He kept a lot of paper, I remember.”

Lisa met Karen’s eyes across the way. Karen was licking an ice-cream cone. Watching her was doing more for her than Hans’s tongue had. But as distracted as she was, she heard Hans.

“Come with me,” she said, grabbing his hand. “I want to introduce you to my girlfriend.”

Dragging him toward the wagon, where Karen was finishing up the cone, Lisa said, “I think we can do some business tonight. I need that information.”

“What exactly are you looking for?”

“I’d like to see his journals and if he drew any maps.”

“What’s in it for me?” Hans said.

“You get to fuck me anyway you want for an hour,” Lisa said.

“No deal,” Hans said. “No offense, but I had you already today. You were fantastic, but getting that paperwork is going to cost me.” He looked at Karen, expectantly.

“How about you can fuck me too after watching us get each other off?” Karen said, coming up from behind Lisa. Karen slid her hands up Lisa's halter and gripped her tits. She played with them while Lisa moaned.

They attracted a few curious lookers. “Let’s not do this for free,” Lisa said. “You want to go back to the hotel?”

“No,” Karen said. “Let’s go back into the pavilion. I don’t want to be too far from my goods.”

The big tent was set up behind the wagon. Karen closed and locked everything up. “We got a deal, big guy?”

“I don’t know,” he said, but he followed them inside the pavilion tent.

“Okay,” Hans said hoarsely when Karen tongue kissed Lisa. Karen rubbed her hands up and down Lisa's leather-clad body. “But can we do this later? I’ve got to get home soon. My wife will be making dinner.”

“If you’ve got weapons to trade, we’ll fuck her too while you watch.”

Hans stumbled. “She’ll never go for that.”

“Your loss,” Karen said. “And hers.”

“She doesn’t like sex much,” Hans said.

“What is she going to do when she finds out you spent most of the afternoon fucking?” Lisa asked, unbuttoning his shirt.

“She’ll probably be relieved that I won’t be bugging her tonight.”

“Oh, honey, for the right price we can show her how to enjoy it.” Karen unbuckled his pants. “With a cock like this”—she pulled it out—“you can make her a very happy woman.”

“Take off your shirts,” he demanded as the women undressed him.

“Oh, honey, we’re taking it all off,” Lisa said and began to strip lazily. Karen stroked his cock.

“Now pay attention,” Lisa said, coming around behind Karen and unbuttoning her vest.

His eyes zoomed in on her large breasts.

“Did I lie about these?” Lisa weighed Karen’s tits in her hands, displaying them.

“You like?”

Hans nodded.

Lisa kissed Karen’s neck while massaging her breasts.

“Oh, I like that,” Karen said, her hand slowly pumping Hans.

“Me too. I’m going to come all over your hand,” he said.

“So should I jerk you off, or does Lisa suck you off?”

Hans made a strangled noise.

“I’ve got an idea,” Karen said as Lisa helped her out of her vest and pants. “Why don’t you jack off while I eat my girlfriend out? I need her pussy in my mouth right now. You understand, right?”

Karen dragged Lisa to the ground, kissing her and wrapping her arms and legs around hers. Naked, they rolled around, playing up the moaning and the groaning for their audience.

“You want my pussy,” Lisa challenged and slid her fingers into her lover.

“As much as you want my tits,” Karen said forcing Lisa’s head to them.

Hans groaned, “Yeah, suck those fat titties.”

Karen moved so he could see Lisa licking her breasts and sucking on the hard tips. Lisa liked how red Hans was getting.

“My turn,” Karen said and pressed Lisa to the tent floor. If it were just the two of them, Lisa knew Karen would have attacked her clit, but since they had an audience, Lisa moved so Hans was looking over Karen’s shoulder.

Karen dipped her head and paddled Lisa’s clit with her tongue. Lisa pinched her own nipples and said, “Uh! Uh! Uh!” She locked gazes with Hans, who was stroking himself in long, quick pumps. Karen covered Lisa’s pussy and moaned into it and began to make loud slurping sounds. Lisa squeezed her thighs together, trapping Karen’s head, and began to pump her hips. Hans watched Lisa come. He had slowed down.

“You ready for some cock?” He leered at her.

“Can he fuck me?” Lisa asked.

Karen rubbed her face over Lisa's breasts.

“Yes.” Karen gave permission. She positioned Lisa on her hands and knees.

“Oh, you greedy bitch.” Lisa laughed when Karen lay on her back with her pussy in front of Lisa’s face.

Hans scrambled up and thrust inside Lisa.

“Oh, he’s so nice and hard,” Lisa said.

“You like the feel of a real dick inside you?” Karen asked.

“Oh yeah,” she moaned as Hans picked up the pace. “He’s got a nice cock. You can taste it when he’s done.”

“Taste me now,” Karen demanded.

Lisa dropped her head, growling into Karen's pussy.

“I like watching you enjoy getting fucked." Karen pulled hard on Lisa's hair.

"Show me how much you like him fucking you. He fucked you already this afternoon, didn’t he, you greedy little slut?”

Lisa’s growling grew in intensity, and Hans started to slam into her faster. He came with a primal grunt. Immediately, Lisa slithered out from under him.

“Where the hell are you going?” Karen shouted in outrage.

“I want you to lick me off him,” Lisa said and pushed Karen to where Hans was still kneeling, trying to get his breath back.

“You lick it.” Karen forced Lisa's head on his dripping cock. “It’s my turn to fuck you.”

Hans went flat on his back, and Lisa went down on him again. His fingers curled in her hair. Karen put on the leather strap-on.

“Oh sweet gods above,” he cried when Karen put her hand on Lisa’s shoulder and guided the leather cock inside Lisa.

“Ever seen this before?” Karen asked. “Two girls fucking?”

“N-no,” Hans said.

“So what are you going to get for us?” She slapped a hand on Lisa’s ass, who shrieked around Hans’s cock. “What’s she bargained for?”

“Plans,” Hans moaned. “Oh Gods, your tits.”

Karen leaned so her nipples hit Lisa's shoulder blades. “I want those in my face when I come.”

“I need to make the little slut come first.” Karen slapped Lisa’s ass again.

Karen slammed her hips in Lisa. “Touch your clit,” she ordered, and Lisa’s fingers went there.

“Take it,” Karen snarled, her hands on Lisa’s hips. “Take all of it.”

Lisa sucked hard and released Hans’s cock. “Coming,” she screamed. Jagged cries shuddered through her. She slumped on her side, her cheek resting on Hans’s leg.

“Nice and hard, now,” Karen said, admiring Hans’s cock. Dragging Lisa up by the hair, Karen lay on her back next to Hans. “Suck my cock now,” she said, pushing the leather cock into Lisa’s mouth. “You watching this, Hans?”

Hans turned on his side. His hand squeezed Lisa’s ass.

“She’s a good cocksucker, isn’t she?” Karen said.

Lisa rolled the leather cock in her mouth and looked up at Karen.

“Get it all.”

“When do I get to fuck you?” he asked.

Karen pushed her breasts together. “After you make me come.”

Hans latched on to her nipples, rubbing his face and moaning over them. Lisa and Karen exchanged a look over his head. Lisa rolled her eyes and gave the leather dildo a last lick.

While Hans was utterly distracted playing with Karen’s breasts, Lisa pushed her fingers inside Karen.

“Finally,” Karen moaned.

Lisa flicked her fingers over Karen’s clit, while Hans laved his tongue over Karen’s breasts.

“I like your enthusiasm, Hans.” Karen smiled and gasped when Lisa plunged fingers inside her.

“I bet your wife would like it if you played with her pussy more,” Lisa said.

Hans just grunted.

“Just lick it like you’re doing to my tits.” Karen held his head down. “Suck it harder.”

He pulled and stretched her nipple until she cried out, and then he did it to the other. Lisa stretched out on the other side, her fingers still fucking Karen. When Hans let her in, they both sucked on Karen’s breasts.

“Gods,” Karen cried.

“You’re not mad at me for fucking Hans, are you?” Lisa asked, her fingers moving at  a fever pitch inside Karen.

“No,” she said. “I just like treating you rough.”

Lisa grinned. “I like it too. I want you to spank me.”

Hans grunted. “Can I fuck you yet?”

“See where she’s got her fingers?” Karen said.

“That’s so hot,” he groaned.

“Put that enthusiastic tongue to good use.”

Hans licked Lisa’s fingers, Karen’s clit, anything he could get his tongue on.

“Like this.” Lisa showed him, positioning him. “Now roll your tongue all over that until I tell you to stop.”

Karen held him there, her hips bucking. Lisa kissed up her body and reclaimed Karen’s breast as hers.

Karen was sighing, writhing.

“Thanks for doing this,” Lisa said quietly, kissing her nose and forehead. “It means a lot to me. If we can get news of Alcatraz, we have a better shot of rescuing my brother’s pack.”

“Anything for you,” Karen vowed and pulled her down for a kiss.

Karen came with Lisa’s tongue in her mouth. They were still kissing when Karen started to shake again. Her eyes grew wide. Lisa looked down, and Hans was still greedily sucking on her clit.

“Go, Hans,” Lisa cheered.

Karen screeched, whined, and shuddered again.

“Now?” he asked.

Karen barely nodded before he covered her completely.

“Gods, I like watching you get fucked,” Lisa said. “You’re so beautiful.” She stroked her hair.

Karen locked her legs around Hans. “Anything for you,” she said again. “Oh.” Her eyes rolled back in her head. “Fuck yeah.”

Hans was incoherent when he came, muscles corded on his neck, and his eyes wide. He shuddered, pumped a few times, and collapsed on his elbows.

“I’ll get you whatever you want,” he panted. “Whatever you want.”