1. Gaslight


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: lucywild, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    dead,” she whispered. “I know,” I replied, stroking her hair and trying not to picture those luscious lips of hers pressing against mine. “Who was he?” “It’s a long story,” she replied, looking as if she was on the verge of kissing me. Her hands squeezed my bottom as she slid her thigh upwards so it was pressing against my pussy. I shuddered with desire and was about to kiss her when she rolled onto her back. “We should get some sleep,” she said coldly. “I’ll take you to Olivia tomorrow.” I lay on my back feeling both crushed and rejected. Did she not like me? It was some time before I fell asleep and I found myself staring at her as I did so, my slumber filled with dreams of her sliding those delicate fingers into me. I awoke the next morning to the sound of hammering on my front door. I wrapped a dressing gown around me and went to answer it as Evelyn stirred in bed. I unlocked the door and opened it to find two autocops holding out a warrant for Evelyn’s arrest. “What’s this about?” I asked, looking down at the paper. The recorded voice emerged from the autocop’s metallic mouth. “We are arresting Evelyn Warnock for the murder of David Warnock. Please step aside and allow us to do our duty.” I could only watch in stunned silence as they barged past me and grabbed Evelyn who had barely had time to get dressed. “Where are you taking her?” I asked, grabbing one of them by the arm. “It’s all right Cat,” she smiled at me. “I’ll sort this out.” “But what about Olivia? What ...
    about you?” They dragged her outside, leaving me standing in the doorway. “What about us?” I cried, unsure whether to chase after them. I decided against it. What good would it do if we were both locked up? I stood there for a moment and then an idea entered my head. I dressed quickly before running through the streets towards the peeler cells. Happy New Year, I thought to myself as I sprinted along the empty litter strewn streets. What a great start to 1892. I reached the cellhouse and stood outside for a moment to catch my breath before knocking on the door. The hatch slid open and a pair of suspicious eyes appeared. “Yes?” “I’ve a new year’s gift for you from the council.” “What is it?” “Has to be given in person.” “I can’t just let anyone in here you know? Now what’s the gift?” “Me.” The hatch slid shut and then the door opened. I found myself looking at a private peeler, no doubt the only person willing to work the New Year’s Day morning shift. He locked the door behind us before leading me through to the holding room. Through the bars I could see Evelyn laid on the metal bed. She glanced across at me and her mouth opened. I shook my head almost imperceptibly and she immediately realised, lying back as if she’d never moved. “So you’ve come from Sophia have you?” the peeler grinned. “Sit down,” I replied. “I’ve a show for you.” He slouched in his chair as I began to dance as I had done for David. As I slowly stripped I caught sight of Evelyn watching me and I found myself ...
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