Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2005 23:32:14 GMT
From: "aann74@juno.com" <aann74@juno.com>
Subject: Cajun Spice Part Five

April bounced down the steps, inhaling the smell of eggs that was drifting
out of the kitchen. She stopped on the last step, eyeing the overnight bag
that was lying on the floor.  She gave a little sigh, then leaped off the
step and swung into the kitchen.

Jasmine looked up from the omelet she was making, a little startled from
April's sudden appearance. She smiled, realizing that this was the first
time she'd seen April looking truly rested. Jasmine felt a little thrill
course through her body and settle in her pussy.  Tearing her gaze away,
she refocused on her cooking.

April passed behind her on her way to the refrigerator, and Jasmine felt
the tingle between her legs increase. Letting out a shaky breath, she
scooped up the omelet and laid it on a plate, handing it to April as she
passed her again, on her way to the kitchen table.

"Thanks," April said, giving Jasmine a smile as she accepted the plate. She
could get use to this, she thought, Jasmine making her breakfast every
morning. Just then, memories of last night with Jade popped into her mind
and, suddenly feeling guilty, settled into a chair at the table.

Shortly after, Jasmine walked over, her own breakfast in hand, and sat down
across from April. Noticing that April was suddenly giving her plate way
too much attention, Jasmine decided to push her buttons a little. Taking a
bite of her own omelet, Jasmine slipped her foot out of her shoe and let it
brush against April's leg.

April's head jerked up. Jasmine felt a grin tugging at the corners of her
mouth, as she watched a mixture of suspicion and heat spread across April's
face. "You know, if you were sitting a little closer, I could slide my foot
up the inside of your leg." Jasmine's voice soft and husky, as she watched
the spark ignite in April's eyes, and pushed a little more. "I'd let my
foot settle in between your legs, maybe give your clit a little massage. I
know for a fact, that the feeling of the fly of your jeans rubbing against
it is a real turn on." Jasmine gave April a wicked grin, feeling triumphant
when she realized that April's mind was flashing back to what happened in
the alley, same as hers.

April just about chocked on her food. Jasmine was gleaming at her like a
cat that had its prey cornered. She finally forced her food down her throat
and desperately tried thinking of a safe subject she could switch to.

"What's with the overnight bag?"

Jasmine gave a knowing laugh. "It's Friday, cher. The Tequila Club never
misses a Friday night at the Cat House. My party clothes are in the bag."

"Cat House?"

"That's what my friends and I call The Kitty Club. It's kind of an inside
joke."

April frowned, realizing Jasmine intended to go out tonight, heedless of
the fact that she had a thief stalking her. "Oh well, it was nice while it
lasted," April thought, knowing that she and Jasmine were about to have a
major argument.

"That's really not a good idea, Jasmine, or are you forgetting that we
still don't know who your thief is?"

"I'm not forgetting, but he's a thief, a coward sneaking around snatching
money out of the cookie jar. I seriously doubt he'll show up at a lesbian
club. He'll stick out like a swore thumb."

"True, if it's a man. But he could also wait outside and attack you as
you're coming out, or walking to the parking lot. That lot's not very well
lit. No, too many risks. You're going straight home after work, Jasmine,"
April said, her voice firm. She watched Jasmine's temper spike. Here we go.

Jasmine felt a few, very choice words, begin to well up in her throat, but
watching April bracing herself for a verbal punch, she felt the words die
in her throat. She let out a sigh and picked at her omelet. This is how she
screwed up in the first place, letting her temper take the lead. And while
she was in April's face, arguing, trying to let the P.I. know she wouldn't
be pushed around, Jade had slipped into April's bed. Deciding it was time
to try something else, she met April's gaze.

"Ok. I realize trying to guard someone in a crowded nightclub isn't the
ideal situation, but really, what harm could it do? Like I said, this guy
will stick out like a sore thumb in a lesbian club. Besides, you'll be with
me, and I know you'll get me home safe."

April had sat, watching Jasmine intently as the fiery beauty fought for
control of her temper. April swore she could see the wheels turning inside
that pretty little head, as Jasmine mapped out a new plan of attack. But
that last sentence had really struck her, because she could tell by the
look in Jasmine's eye that she had meant it. She truly did have complete
faith that April could protect her, no matter what. She felt her heart leap
at the idea that Jasmine trusted her that much. Then her mind started
running through all the ways tonight could go wrong, all the ways she'd
seen a situation spiral out of control, regardless of how many precautions
she had taken.

Jasmine watched as countless emotions rolled through April's eyes. She saw
the sadness creep in, the regret, and knew she was about to lose her
case. Trying for the preverbal Hail Mary, Jasmine spoke up.

"Just for a little while, cher," she pleaded. "It's been a rough week and I
just want to relax with my friends for a bit. Please."

April was about to put her foot down, tell Jasmine that there was no way in
hell she was letting her go to a nightclub tonight, but she felt her
resolve crumble at the sound of Jasmine's voice.

"Oh hell! Ok. But just for a little while. The club starts to get too
packed; I'm taking you home. Without an argument," April quickly added, her
voice stern.

Sensing she'd won, Jasmine flashed April her most brilliant
smile. "Agreed. Thank you, cher."

April let out a sigh, starting to feel the pinch. Here she was, butting her
head against wall after wall, still without a single thread to pull in
terms of finding her thief, but she was having some of the best sex of her
life with Jade, and falling in love with Jasmine. "God, but I'm screwed,"
she thought with a groan.

##

April paced the lobby of Dupree Enterprises. She had called her friend
Mike, the computer ace, and asked him if he could recommend anyone he might
know in this area.  She wanted a pro to go over Jade and Jasmine's
computers, in case she missed something. Mike had called his friend Mason,
a fellow computer geek who lived in the area. Mike had promised April that
Mason would meet her in the lobby at 10 a.m., but so far, the guy was
nowhere to be seen, and it was now 10:30.

Suddenly, April spotted a teenager making a beeline for her. He was tall,
at least six feet, lean and very handsome. "I'll bet the girls in his high
school are lined up down the block for this guy," she thought to
herself. But that still didn't explain why the kid was headed her way.
Finally, the young man stopped in front of her, stuck out his hand, and
introduced himself as Mason, apologizing for being late because he missed
the bus.

"Oh shit! Mike didn't tell me he was sending a baby." She was really
aggravated. Things were starting to escalate and she didn't have time to
baby sit some wet behind the ears kid.

Mason stiffened, taking offense at April's outburst. "Most babies are a
hell of a lot shorter than I am, ma'am," the kid shot back, his accent
thick. April had to contain her smirk. "Ok," she thought, "so the kid's got
a spine."

"Mike tells me that there's very little you don't know about computers. Was
he lying, or were you bullshitting him?"

"Neither. I'm the best. I'm sorry if you're too old and jaded to believe
that."

Balls too, apparently. "All right, baby boy, I'll give you a shot. But you
better be able to back it up. I don't have time to spare here." That said,
she headed for the elevators, motioning Mason to follow her. While they
stood and waited for a set of doors to open, April regarded him with
narrowed eyes, "You're not skipping school, or anything, are you?"

"It's summer, ma'am," Mason replied, sarcasm dripping from every
word. April could tell from his tone that his temper was on a short
leash. This kid might just do after all.

Twenty minutes later, she had Mason set up in Jasmine's office and had
already shown him how to find Jade's. Jasmine had joined them, and was now
explaining to Mason how the company's computerized accounting system
worked. April figured while he was at it, she'd have him check out the
accounting entries. Maybe he could tell if someone had overridden, or
altered, the initials of the person who had made them.

Moments later, she and Jasmine were heading back to John's office. "Is he
even old enough to shave?" Jasmine asked, glancing back at Mason, who they
could see slurping on a coke while he worked the keyboard, one handed.

"He isn't old enough to have been born yet, but he's all I've got. Besides,
I really do trust Mike, so if this is who he sent, then I've gotta believe
he really is that good." Shaking her head, she placed her hand at the small
of Jasmine's back, gently steering her back towards John's office.

##

Hours later, April and Jasmine had joined the sisters' friends at The Kitty
Club. Lisa and Jade had gotten there early, and April had been glad to see
that Lisa had made the women get a set of tables against the wall. They
were still in their usual spot, just farther back, away from the main line
of traffic. This way, Lisa and April could sit with their backs to the wall
and have a good visual of the entire club.

April was nursing a coke when Jasmine got up and announced she was going
dancing.  "No, you're not. Sit down, Jasmine. I can't watch you on the
dance floor, it's too crowded."

"Oh, come one. Pleeeeese? Listen, if you stand near the fence on this side,
I can dance right on the other side, right near the entrance to the dance
floor. That way, if something happens, all you have to do is reach around
the edge of the fence and I'll be right there.  Pleeeeese," Jasmine begged
like a little kid. April and Lisa exchanged a look.

"She seems to have thought this through," Lisa said, her eyes going back
and forth between Jasmine and April.

"She always does," April said with a sigh. She looked up and studied the
woman standing in front of her. Jasmine was giving her that pleading look
with her eyes, her full, red lips in a little pout. She was wearing a black
bustier and skin hugging leather pants.  "One song, Jasmine, then your ass
is right back in that chair. For the night," she added.

Having won again, Jasmine just gave April one of her gleeful little smiles
and reached out to take April's hand. April let Jasmine lead her to the
dance floor. She stopped at the edge of the fence and pointed to the spot
of dance floor right in front of her, on the other side of the
fence. Jasmine waved a hand at the DJ and nodded her head yes.

"What the hell is she up to," April wondered. Suddenly, she heard the first
few strains of Luscious Jackson's "Under Your Skin". The little brat had
gone through her things! This was one of the songs on the CD she had burned
and brought with her, the one that she was playing this morning. Her eyes
narrowed on Jasmine, who just gave her a sassy grin and started swaying to
the music.

It didn't take long before April realized that Jasmine was dancing for her,
and she felt her blood begin to thicken, her heart pound. She was
fascinated, even while that little voice in her head kept screaming that
she should be watching the crowd, not drooling over Jasmine. She just
couldn't take her eyes off of her. April tried to swallow the lump in her
throat as Jasmine's lithe body swayed seductively to the music.

Finally, it was over. Jasmine stepped around the edge of the fencing,
keeping her promise to go back to their table after one dance. April
grabbed Jasmine's arm, a little more forcefully than she would have
normally, and held Jasmine to her side as she escorted her back to her
chair.

April took her own seat, she and Jasmine staring at each other across the
table. April never noticed the glare they were receiving from Jade.

About an hour later, the waitress was bringing a second round of tequila
shots, when Jasmine reached over and laid her hand on April's arm.

"Take me home, cher, please." At first, April thought it was a come on,
then she saw the sick look on Jasmine's face. Figuring Jasmine really
didn't feel well; April nodded her head in agreement, and walked around to
help Jasmine out of her chair.

They said goodbye to everyone, Jasmine explaining to them that she didn't
feel good, and headed for the parking lot. They stopped beside Jasmine's
car.

"Why don't you give me the keys and I'll drive home," April suggested, but
Jasmine just laughed and shook her head no. "I thought you were sick,
angel," April said, getting suspicious of Jasmine's sudden recovery.

"No. I just couldn't take any more of Jade's evil eye. It was putting a
damper on things."

April was surprised. She hadn't noticed anything. Then she quickly pushed
thoughts of Jade aside and gave Jasmine a sly grin.

"Well, we should still make it look good. You know, just in case anyone is
standing around out front, watching." Again, she motioned for the keys.

Jasmine fished the keys out of her purse and dangled them in front of
April's face. April had been dying to drive her car, ever since she had
pulled it out of the garage this morning. Jasmine had chosen to drive her
classic today. It was a 1964 « Ford Mustang Convertible, painted candy
apple red. April's jaw had hit the ground when Jasmine eased the car out of
the garage this morning. She'd practically purred the whole way to work.
Secretly, Jasmine was pleased that April liked her car so much.

"Well I don't know, cher. You know, this car's worth a fortune and you're
not covered under my policy, should anything happen on the way home. I
don't think I can risk it."  Jasmine watched the disappointment spread
across April's face.

"Oh. Ok," she mumbled and started to walk towards the other side of the
car.

Jasmine reached out a hand to stop her. "I could be persuaded to change my
mind though.  You know, if I had a good reason to."

April's eyes narrowed suspiciously on Jasmine's face at the sound of the
red head's teasing tone. Jasmine wanted something, and April just knew she
wouldn't like it. Well, she'd probably like it; it'd just be a bad idea.

April crossed her arms over her chest. "Ok, spill. What do you want in
exchange for letting me drive," April's voice a mix of resignation and
suspicion.

"Relax, cher. I'm not asking for anything you can't deliver. Just promise
me you'll do a few shots with me when we get home. Before you shuffle me
off to bed."

April had a funny feeling there was something Jasmine was leaving out, but
she really wanted to drive this car. She found herself conceding, once
again, and the thought occurred to her that she was doing a lot of that
since meeting the Cajun beauty. "Fine. It's a deal. Now hand over the keys,
angel," April said with a growl.

Delighted to have won again, Jasmine tossed April the keys and ran around
to jump into the passenger's side.

##

An hour later, they pulled up in front of the house. The drive took a
little longer than usual, since Jasmine had let April take the car onto the
freeway, so she could open it up a little. Jasmine had loved watching the
joy spread over April's face as she cruised around New Orleans in the old
classic. Climbing out of the car, Jasmine held out a hand and led April
into the house.

Jasmine didn't bother to turn on any lights and, grabbing a bottle of
tequila and a couple of shot glasses out of the bar in the parlor, she
dragged April with her into the kitchen.  She rummaged around in the
refrigerator for some lemons and told April to grab the saltshaker from the
kitchen table. The two women met in the middle, and Jasmine dumped
everything on the counter top. Pouring a shot, she tucked the glass between
her breasts and carefully turned to face April. There was a reason she had
decided to wear a bustier tonight.

April leaned a hip against the counter and stood considering Jasmine for a
minute. She knew damn well what Jasmine had planned. Body shots. April
decided to give Jasmine a run for her money. She shook her head in a
combination of disappointment and amusement. "I'll admit, you rebs know how
to drink, but you don't have a clue how to do a proper body shot."

Jasmine felt a moment's disappointment, and then her temper soared, her
Southern pride prickling at the insult. It never occurred to her that she
was walking right into April's trap.

"Fine, cher. Since you seem to think you Yanks now it all, why don't you
just show me what I'm missing." Jasmine could hear the prissiness in her
voice, but didn't care. No self respecting Southerner would take a snide
comment like that, from a Yankee yet, without a challenge.

April's eyes gleamed in triumph and a wicked grin spread across her
face. She gave Jasmine's chest a pointed look. "Well, first angel, you're
going to have to loose the shirt."

Jasmine just stared at first, the demand taking her by surprise. Then she
noticed the look on April's face. She gulped down air, realizing that she
might be in over her head. But then her pride took over, and Jasmine glared
defiantly at April as she slammed the shot down on the counter and worked
herself out of the bustier. Now she was naked from the waist up. She felt a
combination of excitement and fear jolt through her body at the way April
was staring at her breasts.

April had guessed, from their encounter in the alley, that Jasmine had a
splendid chest.  But now, seeing the 36C breasts free from their
restraints, free for her to touch and taste, she felt her heart beat kick
up a notch. Privately, she hoped she could stay in control.

Sliding up to Jasmine, until they were barely a breath apart, April stared
into her eyes.  Satisfied that Jasmine was willing, she gripped Jasmine's
hips and hoisted her up onto the counter top. Jasmine yelped, surprised at
suddenly being lifted into the air. But then April maneuvered to stand
between her legs, leaning against the counter, and pulled Jasmine tight
against her. On instinct, Jasmine wrapped her legs around April's waist.

April chuckled as she felt Jasmine's legs clamping down around her. This
was going to be fun. She reached out for the shot glass, sliding it within
reach. She looked Jasmine dead in the eye, held her questioning look for a
moment, then lowered her head and slowly eased her mouth over Jasmine's
breast, engulfing it. April began lathering the ample globe with her
tongue, getting the skin good and wet. Then she slowly pulled back,
Jasmine's nipple making a little popping sound as it came free of her
mouth. Her tongue darted out to flick the nipple.

Jasmine hissed in a breath, her nails digging into April's shoulders. April
just stood there, grinning like a cat, shaking salt all over Jasmine's
breast. She dipped her head back down and licked the salt off, taking her
time. Jasmine moaned, the sound coming from deep within. April's mouth on
her breast was sweet torture and Jasmine tightened her hold on the back of
April's head.

April let her lips skim over Jasmine's breast as she pulled back. Jasmine
softly protested as those exquisite lips disappeared. A chill shuddered
through her as she felt the cool air of the room on her wet skin.

Next, April gave Jasmine's shoulders a little push, indicating that she
wanted Jasmine to lie on her back on the counter. Jasmine did what she
wanted, then gasped as she felt the tequila being poured into her belly
button. April leaned over and sucked the liquor out, using her tongue to
lap at the sides of Jasmine's navel, not missing a drop. Then April yanked
Jasmine back into a sitting position. Picking up the lemon wedge, she
squeezed it gently, so a little juice spilled down over Jasmine's other
breast, then lifted the wedge to Jasmine's lips.

Taking the hint, Jasmine took the tip of the wedge into her mouth, clamping
down on it with her teeth to hold it in place. She watched, mesmerized, as
April's mouth came towards her, lowering slowly over the other half of the
lemon. Their lips touched, then April eased her head back, sucking the
lemon as she went. April then lowered her head to Jasmine's breast and
began licking the drops of lemon off of it.

Jasmine sank her fingers deeper into April's hair, gripping her head tight
against her chest and let loose with a moan. Oh God, she could feel her
juices soaking her panties.

April pulled herself free of Jasmine's grip and stood, watching the desire
dance in Jasmine's eyes, felt the hammering of her own heart. She could
smell Jasmine's scent, knew she was wet and ready, for her. Jasmine stared
right back, her eyes an open invitation.

 April stepped back, guilt seeping in, and leaned against the opposite
counter. She couldn't do this. She wanted to, even needed to, but she
couldn't, not without having ended things with Jade first. It just wasn't
right. She hung her head, feeling like a complete shit.

Jasmine didn't know what to think. Her body was ablaze with need, her
panties so wet she could feel them sticking against her pussy. She just
couldn't figure out why April had stopped. Finally, after the longest
moment in Jasmine's life, April raised her head and met her eyes again.

"I slept with Jade last night," April blurted out. She just didn't know any
other way to say it. She only knew she couldn't make love to Jasmine
without laying all her cards on the table, without Jasmine knowing the
whole truth.

Jasmine was in shock. Then, suddenly realizing that April's good mood this
morning was because she had spent the night with her sister, her temper
snapped. Feeling betrayed, she leaped off the counter and slapped April
right across the face.

Jasmine's quick move took April by surprise. All of a sudden, her head
jerked hard to one side, from the force of Jasmine's hand slamming against
her cheek. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, vibrated through the moonlit
kitchen.

"You bitch! What the hell were you trying to pull?" Jasmine's eyes blazed
with anger.  "Were you planning on going home and telling everyone just how
easy, The Big Easy really is? Is that it? You wanted to be able to go home
and brag to your friends about how you banged a pair of sisters while you
were down here?" Jasmine was screaming, pure fury coursing through her
body, her eyes almost blind with it. She had trusted this woman, with her
body, her heart, her life. Jasmine turned on her heels and ran out of the
room, afraid of what she might do next.

"Wait! Jasmine, don't go! Just let me explain," April shouted at Jasmine as
she raced after her, chasing her up the steps and all the way to Jasmine's
room. Jasmine lunged into her bedroom and slammed the door in April's
face. She pounded on the door for what felt like hours, but Jasmine never
opened it. She didn't even bother to yell at her through the door.

Giving up, not knowing what else to do, April just dragged herself towards
the other side of the house. Finding Lisa's room, she pulled out one of the
shotguns Lisa had brought and tucked away in the closet. Making sure it was
locked and loaded, she went back downstairs, sank into a chair, and
prepared to keep watch for the night.