"Hop in," Celeste said, guiding Claire to the passenger side and opening the door for her. With Claire on board, she made Betty climb into the backseat before sliding into the driver’s seat herself. The engine roared to life, and they pulled away into the night.
The tension in the car was thick. From the backseat, Betty watched uneasily as she noticed Celeste’s hand resting casually on Claire’s leather-clad thigh. She hummed a low, satisfied tune, her leather jacket creaking slightly as she shifted against the seat.
"Why are you so sweet, Celeste?"
"What do you mean, sweet?"
Claire gestured vaguely with her hand, almost hitting the dashboard. "The jacket… this… Driving us home like you’re my fucking chauffeur or something…"
"Anything for a leather sister. For my leather sister."
"You’re something else, Celeste."
Betty despised Celeste but there was no denying the pull she had. That commanding aura, that effortless confidence… it was the same thing that made Betty so drawn to her. But Claire wasn’t just drawn to her—she was… charmed? Flustered? Flirty?
"I’ll take care of you, Claire."
Betty twisted with jealousy as she saw Claire’s tipsy giggle. She bit her lip, watching helplessly as that woman—that predator—got too close to her Mistress, and she… she didn’t seem to mind at all.
The car pulled into the driveway. Celeste stepped out, moving around to Claire’s side to help her from the car. Betty scrambled out of the back and Celeste smirked as she clipped the leash to her belt.
"We can’t have you getting lost, sissy."
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Lara Lynn