Crazy Bitch (Bitches and Queens) by Rachael James Read Free Book Online Page B

mobility.”
    Inwardly, Willow rolled her
eyes.
    Later that evening, Hannah was
set to go paint the town with Lola. She didn’t actually like Lola. They were
more like best frenemies. Whenever they were together, they had a blast, but as
soon as one of them turned their backs, the other would slam her in the press.
The only reason she tolerated Lola was because she shared Hannah’s unique
desires. Always a bit of a slut, Lola had been married for years to a fabulously
wealthy Italian tycoon. The marriage was sham. The tycoon turned a blind eye as
Lola slept with other women because he was off doing the same thing. But Lola
didn’t just like any woman. She had a taste for ‘fallen angels.’ The more
checkered the past, the more she desired them. Lola had already made several
innuendoes about Willow, but Hannah had told her quite firmly that she was
off-limits. Of course, she didn’t trust the bitch, and hence Willow couldn’t come
along.
    Hannah found Willow stretched
out on her stomach in the middle of her living room, working on a sketch. She
was torn. She wanted nothing more than to stay and spend a quiet evening with
Willow, but she really needed to go out and get this out of her system. Because
of her chaotic schedule, she wasn’t in Paris nearly as much as she wanted to
be, and there, situated in the middle of the Red Light district, was the most
exquisite club. Over the years, she had learned the hard way that if she denied
herself this most basic pleasure, she could be very intolerable to live with.
And she didn’t want to do anything that might spoil her relationship with
Willow. So really, she was doing this for Willow.
    “I’m going out for the evening,”
Hannah said.
    “All right,” Willow muttered
without looking up.
    Hannah frowned. Clearly, Willow
was angry at her. Everything about her screamed pissed off—from her indifferent
attitude, to the fact she was wearing her own pajamas, a neon tank top and old
pair of sweatpants with words painted across her ass, and not one of the pairs
Hannah had packed for her. At a loss, Hannah didn’t understand what she had
done wrong, but Willow had been sullen all afternoon. Knowing she could spend
hours trying to figure out what was wrong, Hannah decided to just ask.
    “Is something wrong?”
    “No,” Willow mumbled, once
again without looking up.
    Strolling impatiently across
the wide room, Hannah leaned down in front of Willow. “You could at least
fucking acknowledge me when I talk to you.”
    Looking up at last, Willow
muttered, “Huh? Sorry, did you say something? I was working.”
    Hannah eyed her suspiciously, not
buying it. “Are you mad I’m going out without you?”
    “What?” Willow questioned. “No,
of course not. Go on, have a good time with Lola.”
    Hannah slowly stood with a
cocky smirk. “I didn’t say I was going out with her.”
    “I just assumed,” Willow
answered as she looked back her sketch and attacked it with a series of bold,
angular strokes.
    “Don’t wait up, darling,” Hannah
simpered at the door.
    Willow was jealous. Good. In
the end, that sort of jealousy generally led to Francesca-like reactions, but
with Willow there would be no end. The fact that she felt it before they even
started playing the game was thrilling to Hannah.
    So ecstatic, she barely noticed
when she parted ways with Lola at the club. It was always the same. Lola went
to her private room, and Hannah went to hers. They never discussed what
transpired beyond the closed the doors, but Lola often made little comments about
how insatiable Hannah must be that she always asked for two women.
    Once inside, as the two whores
fucked each other every way possible with all variety of kinky, vibrating
devices, Hannah sat silently and watched. They wouldn’t stop until Hannah was
satisfied. She paid them well not to stop. No matter how many times they came,
and after years of voyeurism she could spot a fake, they would continue to fuck
until Hannah was