Strapped

Strapped Part 2

"Get back to work!" Nikki playfully bellowed out to the other mechanics who were all huddled around one of the work benches, shootin' the breeze, wasting the company's, or in this case, Nikki's time and money. The trio of men broke apart and set off to work. Nikki rolled up her coverall sleeves then plopped down on a rolling utility stool in front of a work bench and pulled the never-ending paperwork closer to her. As she filled in the spaces on the order sheet with a pen, her mind started to wander to Mickey's strong body bending her over the couch. Mickey was always tall, but she was lanky and awkward in high school. As she grew into a woman, her body filled out complementing her height. Mickey, in some people's eyes, was considered ruggedly beautiful.

She scribbled some words on the sheet as she let out a longing sigh toward her best friend.

Work suddenly forgotten, she found herself staring off into the distance as she thought how different she and Mickey were from each other. Whereas Mickey was tall and lean with muscle, Nikki was short and slender with small feet and hands. Mickey dwarfed Nikki which never bothered her. In fact, it was arousing at the thought of Mickey exerting her strength and dominance and having her way with her. Nikki shivered at that thought before shaking her head and picking up the pen to finish the dull paperwork.

Five o'clock was approaching signalling the end of the work day. While Nikki's workers were getting ready to leave, she was walking around the shop making sure everything was put away for the night before heading upstairs to her apartment. Once that task was complete, she stripped, carefully, out of her newly sewn coveralls and hung them up on a hook by the door. She then closed all three bay doors to the shop, locking them up for the night, then switched off the lights and headed upstairs.

After a hot shower, Nikki stood in front of her dresser mirror in the buff, staring at herself. She turned side to side inspecting her body, flexing muscles built up over the years from manual labour. She sighed with slight disappointment at herself for never getting around to the tattoos she'd always wanted, but never found the time. Nikki was never a girly girl, but she hated the term tomboy. It was something people called her when she wouldn't conform to how a woman should dress or behave. Dresses, skirts, heels, and handbags never interested her as a young girl or a young woman, and now as she approaches 40, she was more than at home in a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt. And the only time she'd submit to anyone would be in the bedroom.

And only to Mickey.

She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply when that natural and reoccurring thought floated through her mind. When she opened her eyes, she studied her short and sassy, auburn hair. Nikki's hair was one way she knew how to express herself by styling it in different ways depending on her mood. She glanced toward her closet for a second before turning and walking over to it. She slid the door open and eyed everything hanging up from new and old jeans, collard shirts, sweaters, and a few different styled leather jackets. She pushed all of it to the side and reached far into the back until her fingers grasped what they were seeking. She pulled out her black suit and tie and tossed it onto the bed. Hands on her bare hips, she asked herself if she should wear it with a shirt or no shirt. It was a three-piece suit that could be worn with or without a shirt under the waistcoat. Thinking it'd be too sexy to expose so much skin at your best friends' ex-girlfriends wedding, she opted for one and grabbed a black button down.

After getting dressed in normal clothes, Nikki locked up her apartment and headed to her favourite pizza joint. She lit a smoke as soon as she stepped outside into the dusky light then hoofed it to the restaurant. Nikki was never one to take leisurely strolls anymore. Not since she was attacked shortly after high school ended. It was well known around town that Nikki and Mickey were lesbians, but the closed minded seemed to direct their hatred on Nikki. She guessed it was due to her resembling the clichéd butch dyke. Mickey, however, who always had long and full hair, that was deemed appropriate in societies eyes, softening her appearance by looking "feminine", was never bothered. Mickey's height and muscle mass was another factor as to why no one messed with her. The attack happened late at night when Nikki was jumped by a group of young guys. They beat her, tore her clothes, and one even shoved his hand down her pants and attempted to molest her, but a saviour had been walking by, frightening the men off. Nikki spent the night behind a dumpster for fear of them catching her again. When the sun rose the next day, Nikki ran straight to Mickey's house. The look on her best friend's face when she saw the state Nikki was in, was one Nikki would never forget. Over time, the nightmares lessened for her, but the images of that night still invaded her mind.

Nikki took the last drag off her second cigarette before dropping it to the ground and squishing it with her sneaker. She jay-jogged across the busy street, waving to the annoyed cars honking at her. She quickly peered through the window of the restaurant, looking for anyone familiar. A salacious smile spread across her cute face when she spotted Joey sitting at the counter on a swivel stool, chatting up a femme. Joey was a short butch like herself. They had struck up a friendship a decade ago when Joey dropped off her truck at Nikki's garage. Nikki popped a stick of gum in her mouth, fixed her hair in the reflection of the window, then confidently marched inside. The jingle to the door opening, pulled Joey's attention, and a smile as equal to Nikki's from earlier, brightened her handsome face and darkened her blue eyes with desire. As Nikki made her way over, she watched Joey say something to the femme, eliciting a huff of offense from the woman before she stood up and stormed out of the restaurant.

Nikki sat down where the woman had been, and said, "Still smooth with the ladies, I see."

Joey simply shrugged, picking up her beer and taking a sip. "Not like she was my soulmate or anything."

Nikki's retort was interrupted when a server came over, asking what she wanted. Nikki ordered two slices of the deluxe pizza and a chocolate shake. She turned to Joey, who'd been splitting her attention from the front door to her. "Haven't seen ya since... you know. How've ya been?" Nikki couldn't help but bite her bottom lip as she roved her eyes up and down the rugged woman. Joey had short, spikey, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and silver studs in each ear. She always dressed in leather and blue jeans, and always smelled spicy.

A glint of interest sparkled in Joey's eyes as she diverted her full attention to the cute, red-headed, soft butch in front of her and answered her question. "Still chasing skirts, but..." She trailed off and downed the rest of her beer. A teasing smirk formed as her eyes continued to dance with desire for Nikki.

"But, what?" Nikki asked just as the waitress delivered her food. Nikki bit into the pizza, taking strings of cheese with her.

"Wining and dining is great, but sometimes a person needs a beer and a fight, ya know what I'm sayin'?"

Nikki nodded as she sucked the thick shake through the large straw. She knew exactly what Joey was saying. Femmes were beautiful in all their feminine glory. Fucking them was a dream, dating them could be a nightmare, but sometimes a little rough resistance scratched that deep, dark itch for butch women like Joey and Nikki. She and Mickey had had the same conversation about how fucking a butch satisfied the soul. Nikki wiped her mouth off with a napkin then bluntly said, "Wanna fuck later?"

Joey's teasing smirk turned into a smile and she placed a possessive hand on Nikki's upper thigh, then leaned in closer. "I'll give you what you want if you give me what I want."

Nikki glanced down at the crotch of Joey's jeans, happy to see a bulge. "My place, then."

Joey's chest puffed out and she squeezed Nikki's thigh. "Eat up, first. I can wait."

Nikki didn't rush, even if her body was screaming at her to hurry the hell up so it could get laid, but Nikki knew how to rile Joey up. Nikki wanted her primed and hot by the time they got back to her apartment. As butch as she was, Nikki loved getting fucked fast and hard by another butch. She nearly shivered at the thought of Mickey fucking her hard with her strong, lean body. Nikki's thoughts diverted to the upcoming nuptials this weekend she'd be attending with Mickey. Since opening Pandora's box about their feelings for one another, Nikki wondered if sex between them would happen, and if it did, should she wear her strap-on? She forced a smile back when she remembered that Mickey had a strap with an impressive cock. She'd fantasized about Mickey pinning her down and taking what she wanted from her.

How do I hint to Mickey to come strapped under her suit for the reception?