Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2018 17:43:23 +0100 From: Drusilla Andrews Subject: The Woman in Leather The Woman in Leather. By. Drusilla. drusilla@gmx.com *****Please donate to Nifty Stories. Keep this story site alive***** I was raised in the orphanage since I was 6. I began to notice when children reached a certain age, like 12, 13 or 14. They would regularly disappear. Mostly it was the girls, but sometimes it was boys too. We were told that they were finally adopted by loving families. I remember seeing the same cargo van outside when they were taken. Then one night, they came for me and my best friend, Estela. We were both 13, the director of the orphanage told us to go with these men. They were doctors and we were going to hospital for shots. We were forced into a large truck trailer with about twenty other young girls. Some were young as 11, others were older, like 16 and 17. We were given bread and some water, then the truck drove away with us in the back. The next time I saw daylight was in a big warehouse. I had heard stories about human traffickers, but I thought they were just stories told to scare us. Like the evil monster that lives in the closet and only comes out at night. The girls were separated by age. All of us were ordered to undress. We were given white smocks to wear. A man came by and looked at us while we were naked. He told two other men to get us tattooed. Estela and I were put in the back of a small van and taken to someplace in the city. The van stopped in an ally way bay a black door. "Get you little asses inside that door!" Estela pulled loose and tried to run, but the man grabbed her. Estela turned and bit his hand. The man screamed, I saw the blood come out. He pulled a gun out and shot her. I screamed! I began to sob. There was a figure at the end of the ally. I heard a woman's voice shout. "What the hell's going on?" The man holding me shouted to the other man. "GO GET HER!" The man ran down the ally after her. She disappeared around a corner. Several seconds later, the figure appeared, walking back toward the van. The man let go of me. "Who the hell are you?" I could see it was a tall woman all dressed in black leather. Leather pants, knee high leather boots and a double breasted leather jacket. She had long black hair, her eyes were painted black, her lipstick was black and so was her fingernails. I stared up at her, she was the most beautiful woman I ever seen. "Your friend fell down. I think he hurt himself. You better go look." The man reached into his coat, but the woman pulled a gun from behind her back. She fired once, the man dropped dead on the ground. The gun was so quiet I almost didn't hear it. I ran over to Estela, but she wasn't moving. Holding her limp arm in my hand, I began to cry. The woman walked over to me. "There's nothing you can do for her. Come with me." She grabbed me by the arm and we ran down the ally. I was sobbing, trying to wipe my tears away. "They killed Estela! I don't wanna die! Please, please, please! Don't let them kill me!" We stopped next to a shiny black sports car. I herd the door locks click and the lights blink. "Get in the car! NOW!" Quickly we sped away and soon became lost in the night traffic. "Please don't let them take. Please, please, please!" "Nobody's going to take you! Now, be quiet! Tuck yourself down on the floor. Stay hidden!" We pulled into a parking garage. I heard a buzzer go off, then she drove around some corners before stopped. She looked all around. "Com'on, get out." She pushed the button for the elevator. We went up to the seventh floor. She led me to room number 701 and opened it with a plastic card. The lights came on and I could see much better. I looked up at her, thinking she must be ten foot tall. She unbuttoned her jacket, underneath she wore a black leather and lace tube top. On the inside jacket pocket was the handle of her gun. She was even more beautiful, now that I saw her in the light. I remember seeing women who looked like her in magazines. We use to steal them in the orphanage. I always thought they were not real because they look so perfect. This woman looking down at me, was perfect. "Are they going to come and get me?" "Nobody's coming to get you! You're safe for now." I got down on my knees and looked up at her. "I don't wanna die! Please...." "Get up from there! Quit your whining. I can't stand whining!" She took the gun out, then hung her jacket in the closet. She unscrewed the long piece on the front of the gun and put it back in the jacket pocket. She placed the gun on the stand by the bed. "When was the last time you had food?" I had to think a moment. "Two days ago. Maybe three." She picked up the phone and pushed a button. "Room service. I would like two dinners to room 701. I don't care what the specials are. Surprise me!" She dropped the phone back down. "You smell. When did you have a bath last?" "Three or four days ago." She pointed to the door. "Get in the bathroom. Get those clothes off." I dropped the smock in the corner. She walked over and sat down on the toilet seat. "Come here. Let me have a look at you. You have any tattoos on you? Neck? Arm? Your butt?" "No. ma'am. That's why we were in the ally." She lifted my hair up with her fingers. "You're hair is a mess! What about your female parts? And don't you lie to ME!" "No, ma'am" "Itchy? Any sores? Swelling? Discharge? You old enough to have periods?" "No, ma'am...I mean yes, ma'am...I mean nothing wrong with me down there." "How many men have you had sex with?" "None, ma'am. I was taken from the orphanage only three days ago." "How old are you?" "Thirteen." She shook her head. "Bastards! Ok, get your little butt in the shower. I want to see you clean! Especially your hair. She gave me some shampoo and handed me a safety razor. "Shave yourself good down there too!" "Yes, ma'am." I was already beginning to like her. I just adored her green eyes, they were so beautiful and she smelled so great. I was drying myself off when I heard the knock on the door. "Room Service! Two dinners from our special menu." She reached over, closed the bathroom door. Few second later, I heard the door close and lock. "You can come out now. We have two chicken piccata dinners. You drink the soda, I drink the wine." "Yes, ma'am." She tossed me a white blouse from the closet. "Put that on. Quit calling me ma'am. Makes me feel like an old lady. My name is Keila." "Yes, ma'am...I mean Keila. My name is Sofia." It was the first time I saw her smile. "I like that name. Reminds me of Sofia Loren." "Was that your mom?" It was the first time I heard her laugh. "Yeah! I wish! She's a very beautiful movie star." "You're very beautiful. Are you a movie star?" "No! Now eat!" I didn't know what it was, but it was the best food I ever had in my life. I picked up the plate and licked everything off it. She sat with her elbows on the table, resting her head in her hands. "You poor little naive thing. How long were you in the orphanage?" "Since I was 6." I smiled at her. "Thank you for the food, Keila." "You're welcome, Sofia. Your hair is driving me crazy. Sit down over here in front of the mirror." She got a hair brush and began brushing out all the knots and tangles. I know she tried not to hurt me, but I yelped quite a few times until the tangles were all gone. She turned the television on. "You sit here and watch TV. I'm going in to take a nice hot bath. If anyone knocks on that door. You DO NOT ANSWER! Understand me?" "Yes, ma'am, I mean Keila." "I don't care what they say. You stay away from the door. I'll come out and answer it. UNDERSTOOD?" "Yes, Keila." She picked up the gun and went into the bathroom. I don't remember what I was watching, but all I could think of was Keila. I was afraid she might leave me. I got up and went into the bathroom. There was piano music playing and she was laying back in the tub with her eyes closed. "Why are you here?" "I didn't want to be alone anymore." "My God, girl! I'm five feet away! You don't need to follow me around like a puppy!" I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I can wash your back. Us girls use to do it at the orphanage all the time. I'm really good at it." Keila gave out a big sigh. "Alright. Just my back. Nothing else!" She handed me a sponge and some liquid soap. I lathered it all up and scrubbed her whole back. After I sponged her back off, I gently began to scratch her back with my nails. She arched her back and threw her chest out. "Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh, God that feels great! Yes, that feels so good!" She lay back in the tub, sliding her chest under the water. "Get me that towel over there." She stepped out of that tub and I just stood there looking at her. I really never seen a naked woman before in my life. Her boobs were gorgeous. I glanced down to look my little boobs. Her butt was even beautiful. Her pussy was as clean shaved as mine. "What are you looking at? I don't have anything you don't have." "No, ma'am, I mean Keila. It's just you're so perfect and beautiful." I saw her smile again. "You'll grow into a woman soon enough." I watched her comb her hair. "I can do that for you. Us girls use to brush each others hair." She handed me the brush. "Knock yourself, girl." "Are we gonna sleep together tonight?" "How many beds you see?" "Just one." "Then I guess we're sleeping together." "Can I hug you at night?" "Must you?" "It makes me feel warm and safe." She sighed again "Well, if it'll make you sleep better." "I wish we had dinner again. That was so good." She shook her head at me again. "Have you ever had a banana split?" "We had bananas at the orphanage. We peeled them and ate them whole. We never split them." That was the second time she laughed. "You naive little thing. You're such a breath of fresh air." She picked up the phone again. "Yes. Room 701. Do you have banana splits. Wonderful. I would like one sent up. Cherries, whip cream, nuts, everything on it. Thank you." She put the put the gun on the stand next to the bed. "You're in for a treat, Sofia! You're going to have your first banana split." "Does it hurt?" I didn't know what I was saying to make her laugh so much. She grabbed my cheeks and squeezed my lips together. "You sweet thing. I might keep you for myself." My face lit up when I head that. "YES! I will do everything for you. I can cook. I can sew. I can clean. I can wash you. I keep you warm at night. Please, please keep me!" "I'll think about it after we have our banana split." She put the cart out side the door with all the dishes on it. She removed her gown and got into bed. I quickly climbed in bed next to her. She checked the gun that was on the stand next to her. We were both naked under the covers. I snuggled up close to her. She was so soft and warm and she smelled just so great. I put my arm around her. "I love you, Keila. You saved my life. I want to hold you forever." "Go to sleep, Sofia." Next morning, Keila woke me up by pulling all the covers off me. "Com'on, get up! It's seven! Get in the shower and wake up!" I wrapped myself in a towel when I finished. "You know what size clothes you wear?" I shook my head. "We just wore whatever they gave us at the orphanage." Let's measure you. Come here." Keila took out a tape measure. "54 inches tall. Probably size 8 top and 10 bottom. Shoe size 39 or 40. You stay here and don't you open this door for ANYONE! I'm going downstairs to the lobby. I saw a couple clothing stores. I'm going to get you something to wear. What did I say?" "Don't open the door for anyone." She put her leather jacket on, tucked the gun inside and walked out the door. I turned on the TV and waited. About an hour later, she came in with several bags under her arms. A pair of jeans, black top, pink lace panties, a pink lace sports bra and some really cool sneakers. All I did was sit there in the chair and cry my eyes out. "What's wrong with you, girl? Don't you like any of these?" I wrapped my arms around her as tightly as I could. I never had brand new clothes in my whole life!" I felt her holding me, her hand stroking the back of my head. "You poor little thing. You have brand new clothes now! So, you can stop crying!" I managed to tell her through the tears. She stood me in front of the mirror, brushing my hair. She grabbed it and put it up in a pony tail. "There! Now you look like a cute little girl." I quickly turned around, grabbed her around the waist and held her tight as I could. "I love you so much! I don't want to let you go." "Well, you're gonna have to. I can't move! Let go." "Please don't ever sell me away!" She sat down on the bed. I saw her eyes narrow as she looked down at me. "Come over here!" She grabbed my cheeks again and squeezed my lips together. "What goes through that little brain of yours? Where did you EVER get an idea I would sell you? Where?" My eyes were burning again with tears. "The only person I ever loved in my whole life, was Estela. She's gone. I love you more than I did her. I don't want to ever leave you. I'll do anything to keep you." It was the first time I saw her eyes begin to water. She was a very strong woman, but she something made her cry. She held me as tight as she could. I felt her body shake as she cried on my shoulder. We lay on the bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling in silence. There was only thing I could think of to say. "I'm starving. We didn't have breakfast." She busted out laughing, then reached over and tickling my stomach. "Let's go eat." That day we checked out of that hotel and went to another hotel several miles away. "Me and my daughter are on vacation. We'd like a room with an ocean view." She paid him in cash and we went to the room. It was beautiful, large balcony over looking the Mediterranean ocean. I sat on the bed watching her put things away. I couldn't help but think about what she said. Me and my daughter. I wished with all my heart she could be my mother. "What do you want for dinner tonight?" "Can we have more chicken like we had yesterday?" "Chicken piccata. Yes. If they have it." Suddenly her cell phone rang. "Yes? I checked it out. No safe escape route. We'll have to plan on another time and place...Or find someone else. Yes...Unfortunate. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'll be in touch." She picked up the hotel phone and ordered dinner for us. She sat down on the end of the bed. "Come here. Sit! We need to have a long talk." I looked at her, she had a very serious look on her face. I was scared to death. "Please don't say you're gonna to leave me." She rubbed her hand over my face. "Do you have any idea what I do for a living?" "No. You use a gun." "Yes I do. I had to take you with me. I couldn't leave any witnesses. I had to shoot both those men. They could identify me. Do you understand that?" I shook my head. "No." "I'm an assassin. People pay me to get rid of other people. Part of being a good assassin is stealth. Nobody sees me come. Nobody sees me go. Nobody knows what I look like. Being a woman is a big plus because I'm never suspected. Now, you know. I'm not that beautiful woman you think I am, Sofia." "I don't care! I love you!" "There are people that don't love me. They would kill me if they knew who I was." "I'd kill them first! I'd never let them take you from me!" I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tight. She shook her head and sighed. "You're so starved for love, you poor thing. Now, I can't breathe. Let go." She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "If you're going to stay with me. We need to put some rules down." I was really excited because she said I was going to stay with her. "Anything you want!" "First I want you to keep everything clean! That includes YOU! Especially during that time of month. You do what I tell you. When I tell you. No hesitation! You do it immediately!" "Yes, Keila. I will. Anything you want." We moved over to the table by the window. She set he gun on the table. "This is a Beretta M9. This is something you will keep very clean for me. I'll show you how to dissemble and reassemble. No tools. Just your hands. I want you to become familiar with this weapon. Treat it with great respect because it can kill you. It's not a toy! NEVER! Touch this trigger before checking to see if there is a bullet in the chamber." "Yes, Keila. What is that thing you had on the end?" "That was a silencer. It stops the loud noise a bullet makes." She went into the bathroom and came out with another gun in her hand. She opened the drawer by the bed and took another gun out. "I have three of them. You'll clean all of them and replace them where you found them." "Yes, Keila." "I always keep one by the bath tub. I never shower because the shower makes too much noise. The bathe is silent. You can hear if someone comes in." She was like a wealth of information. I was trying to remember everything she was saying. "I keep one by the bed. Because night time is the best strike time. The last one, I always take with me. That's all you need to know about these right now." "Yes, Keila. I'll keep'em spotless." She smiled at me. "Now we need to talk about us." I didn't know what she meant by that. I was hoping it wasn't something bad. "I've slept with both men and women. I prefer women. Do you know anything about women sleeping with women?" "At the orphanage. Some girls played with other girls. They called them queer." "Yes. That's one term. I like women. I'm not sexually attracted to girls." "I would do whatever you wanted. You can show me." "Listen to me! You're thirteen. In my eyes, you're still a child." I didn't know what to say to her. I just told her what I felt. "I'm a woman! I am! Every month I know that. Nobody could love you more than me." "I know sweet baby." She slowly shook her head. "I just can't bring myself...to do that. You need to understand, Sofia." "You don't want to sleep with me anymore?" "No. We can sleep together. I just don't want us to play with each other." After dinner, Keila took her bath and I washed her back. She loved the way I scratched her back after I washed it. "Ok. Take your shower. When you're done. We'll brush each others hair and go to sleep. Tomorrow we're going to get your hair cut. Get rid of all those nasty ends. Change your appearance." I crawled into bed next to her, cuddling up close as I could. Her skin was so soft and warm. I was going to do whatever it took to keep her. In the distant, I heard the horn of a ship blowing. I looked at the clock, it was a little after three. Keila was on her back, asleep. I gently pulled the cover down to look her boobs. Two beautiful mounds rising up from her chest and two delicious nipples. I couldn't resist putting them in my mouth. While my tongue played with them, she moved her head and moaned. I gently rubbed her nipples with my fingers while sucking on the other one. Suddenly her eyes opened. "Sofia! Stop that!" "I love you so much, Keila. I want to make you really, really happy. I know how. Us girls would do it to one another at the orphanage." "Sofia! I told you..." I quickly slid my had between her legs. Her warm shaved pussy felt so wonderful. I put my finger right on her spot." She grunted, and grabbed my arm. "Please, Keila. Let me please you. I want to so bad!" I raised up and kissed her on the lips. "I wanted to please you from the first time I saw you." She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down, kissing me with her tongue. "You sweet thing. I tried so hard to block out my feelings for you." I crawled under the covers, between her open legs. I put my fingers inside her and touched her pearl with my thumb. At the orphanage, us girls would call it our pearl. I made her moan. I made her groan. I even made her scream a few times. She twisted and bounced around on the bed. She was so wet, I wanted to play with her pearl some more, but she pulled me away. "GOD! Sofia! Take a break! I need oxygen." "Did I make you feel wonderful?" "Yes! Yes! Yes! You most certainly did." "I can do this for you as many times as you want. I can do it fifty times a day." "Whoa! Slow down there, girl!" She rolled over and wrapped me in her arms. She nibbled on my ear, then whispered. "Be careful playing with big girls. They'll wear your skinny little butt out." I got woke up with something pulling my hair. My head was on one of Keila's boobs, she was tugging at my hair. "You need to get off me, Sofia. I have to got to the bathroom." I looked up at her with sleep still in my eyes. I think somehow, she got more beautiful during the night. "I'm taking a bath before breakfast And, you do too!" I sat down in the styling chair. "Her hair is too long. Cut all the bad ends off. I want her to have a tapered bob. Put some red color in it." The woman smiled at me. "You're going to look like a cute little redheaded doll." Keila gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned to the stylist. "I have to go do some things. She is to stay here. I am the only one that will pick her up. Understood?" "Yes, ma'am." Keila was wearing her tight black leather pants, knee high leather boots and a leather zip top that almost went to her belly button. I noticed everyone staring at her as she walked out. The stylist looked over at me. "Is that your mother?" I gave her a big grin. "Yes. She's beautiful, isn't she?" "Yes...She sure is." They were almost finished with me when Keila returned. She spun me around in the chair. She grabbed my face with both hands and squeezed my cheeks together again. "You look adorable. I love it! We're going out to lunch." I tried to say something, but with my lips squished together. She handed the stylist some money. "How about a little lip brush. Something on the pinkish side. Not too dark." CONTINUED.