Gang Relations

by Willowluvyr

Copyright Disclaimers: Xena and Gabrielle are the property of MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures. The story is purely for entertainment purposes. The author does not benefit financially in any way from this story.

Violence Warning/Disclaimer: This story depicts scenes of violence and/or their aftermath. Readers who are disturbed by or sensitive to this type of depiction may wish to read something other than this story.

Sexual Violence Warning/Disclaimer: This story depicts scenes of sexual violence and/or their aftermath. This type of depiction may disturb some readers and anyone who is sensitive to this particular issue may wish to read something other than this story.

Love Sex Warning/Disclaimer: There are blatant discussions, references and description of sexual relations between consenting adults. You must be over the age of 18 and it must not be a crime to read material of this nature at your present location. Some of the scenes depicted are explicit. If this bothers you, you should find other reading material.

Drug Abuse Warning: Drug abuse and the consequences of it are depicted and discussed. If this bothers you, you should find other reading material.

Language Warning: The language is representative of street language. Therefore is quite vulgar. You must be over the age of 18 and it must not be a crime to read material of this nature at your present location. If this bothers you, you should find other reading material.Note: My thanks to my beta reader Katia for her wonderful help in writing this piece.

Zan’s heart collapsed at the sight of her Brie kissing another woman. Tears ran down her cheeks as she turned to leave. However, at that moment, the tall teenager saw Brie break loose from the embrace and slap the other woman across the face.

Zan smiled and quickly wiped her face with her sleeve as her diminutive lover shouted, "How dare you? I’ll have you know I’m involved at the moment. I should bring you up on sexual harassment charges. I want that job and this better not louse it up or there will be trouble."

The Chief of Staff smiled, "MY word against yours."

Zan spoke up from the shower room entrance, "Not quite, Snow White."

The two women turned and saw the tall, strong teen standing there. Brie’s heart sank a bit, hoping that this incident hadn’t done more damage to their budding relationship. The caramel vixen gasped in the realization, she was in deep do-do. The two women scrambled for their towels.

Brie rushed to talk to her love and was greeted with a passionate, possessive kiss and the young strawberry blonde knew that everything was alright. The wayward brunette tried to sneak past the obviously enamored couple, but suddenly her progress was restrained by very strong hand. The owner of the hand looked at her sweetheart’s face and said, "Get ready, I’ve come to take you home."

The posturing bureaucrat attempted to break free to no avail and blustered, "Let me go this instant or I will have you arrested."

Brie gave her lover a serious look and asked, "Zan, what are going to do?"

Zan smiled lovingly at her soul and replied, "We’re just going to talk. I promise."

The green-eyed blonde gazed concernedly at her teen lover and inquired, "Are you okay?"

The stoic teen let her face relax and answered, "I’m fine. I’ve got faith in you."

Brie wiped a drying tear with her towel from her soul’s face and advised, "You should have wiped both sides of your face. Don’t hurt her."

As her honey-haired partner left, Zan gave the naughty brunette her most evil grin and was rewarded by the woman losing control of her bladder. Zan took off her leather jacket, while maintaining control of her victim’s arm. She hung it on a towel hook.

The terrified woman was treated to an awesome sight of taunt and solid muscles. The dark young woman flexed the muscles in her free arm and demanded of the shorter woman, "Feel that."

With her caramel colored eyes full of fear, the frightened brunette tentatively felt the hardened muscle. Then drawing the woman to her tiptoes, Zan locked eyes with her prey and growled. The woman’s knees gave out, but the strong teen held her upright. The angry teen let the woman collapse onto a bench. Then she whipped the towel from the shocked woman. Zan scanned the length the older woman’s body several times and then laughed, while saying, "You thought you had a chance with my woman?"

The wayward teen continued to laugh as she strode away.

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Brie was finished dressing when Zan arrived in a very good mood. She asked, "Did you hurt her?"

Zan looked disappointed at the question and replied, "I said we were just going to talk."

Brie gave her a laughing smile and said, "Yeah, I heard. Your woman, huh?"

The tall teenager thought maybe she shouldn’t have said that and asked, "Well, you are, aren’t you?"

"I guess I am. Come on Cave Woman."

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Julia Russell sat naked on that locker room bench for several minutes contemplating her luck. She knew sheer terror for the first time in her thirty-eight years of life. She had seen the raw animal power of the tall, dark youngster. She had felt the hardened muscle. The girl hadn’t threatened her once, but the Chief of Staff now felt threat for the first time in her memory.

She knew two things. She had to get Brie that job with the Mayor or there would be a harassment suit that would cost her her job. And she had to be possessed by the power of that wild animal she had just met. When she looked into those hard blue eyes she had the climax of her life. She could still feel the fluid running down her legs. She had to be possessed by that animal spirit.

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Brie was so relieved that Zan wasn’t holding her responsible for the shower scene that she nearly forgot Zan’s disappearance this morning. Only nearly though, so she asked, "Where did you run off to this morning without a word?"

Zan handed her lover a note and said, "It fell under the trash can. I hope you can read it. I’m still having spelling problems."

Brie read the note,

Brie slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "I forgot about the appointment. Damn, I am so sorry Zan. We’ve had a bad day, huh?"

The mischievous teen smirked, "Want to try and salvage it?"

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Brie watched her tall lover line up her next ball. She has finished bowling a 216 game and was doing better this time. Brie had rolled 142 and was doing worse. This is not what the young redhead had in mind when Zan suggested salvaging the day.

Brie got up to take her turn and felt Zan standing behind her. The tall teen whispered in her ear, "Would you like some pointers?"

Brie smiled and replied, "Sure, but of course there are all kinds of pointers."

Zan laughed and answered, "For now, we’ll stick to bowling. Now, see those arrows on the floor?"

"Yeah."

"Good, now you roll the ball over that first arrow on the left from the middle."

Zan reached down and adjusted how her lover held the ball and swung it using the blonde’s arm. She continued with her instruction, "Now kick the elbow straight, then after you release the ball, you continue the motion until your hand is over your head and waving bye to the ball. Now you try it."

Brie concentrated on the arrow and walked forward. The ball rolled right over the arrow her dark lover told to and wham it broke into the pocket for a strike. Brie jumped up and down clapping and whooping. The raven-haired beauty held out her arms and mouthed ‘see’. Brie ran into the arms of her lover and kissed her.

A couple of men in the next pair of lanes started talking. The dark haired one said, "That’s a pure waste of prime pussy. Maybe they just need some real men to show them how it’s done."

The ex-gang leader surfaced and growled, "If you find a couple of real men, send them over and I’ll castrate them and send you back two eunuchs."

One of them was smart, he could see that this was not a winnable fight on their part, he tried to defuse the situation. Brie, quickly, grabbed her love’s arm in an attempt to calm her down. Brie found she wasn’t afraid for Zan’s safety, but for her control. Brie tried some defusing on her own and said, "Why don’t we calm down? We’re here to have fun and you’re here to have fun. If there’s a fight then we all get kicked out and no one has fun."

The smart one of the group hurriedly agreed, "Bob, she’s right and you’re on probation remember. It means upstate this time."

Bob fidgeted a bit, but his manhood was at stake. So he demanded, "Only if she apologizes."

An angry gang leader replied, "What the fuck for? But I’ll give you an out my eunuch friend. How about we have a little contest, us against you? We will bowl for a total score and loser has pay for all the games bowled already and a round of drinks."

Bob scoffed, "You two against the four of us."

"Not fair, you’re right. Why don’t you get another guy, we’ll wait?"

Two of their guys and Brie couldn’t contain the chuckle, which ignited Bob, who retorted, "No, you both bowl two games that’s fairer. We really should have to give you some pins, because we’re league bowlers and part of the best team in this alley."

Zan shrugged, "It’s a bet, but you really should have gotten the other guy."

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Brie was going first and second. Zan was bowling third and fourth. Brie was happy there wasn’t going to be a fight, but she wasn’t used to bowling and her arm was starting to hurt. She told Zan about it.

So the competitive teenager grabbed her partner’s arm and started rubbing it and her shoulder. Then she gave a quick pull and a small pop could be heard. Brie went up to the line feeling much better.

The chipper blonde concentrated on what Zan had showed her and rolled. She knocked down everything but the five pin. Her raven-haired partner called the green-eyed woman over and told her, "Pretend like all the pins are still there and roll the same ball."

So the fiery blonde called on her famous single-minded concentration and rolled the ball, which broke right into the five pin for a spare. Brie lined up her second shot and rolled a strike. She hadn’t bowled since high school, but she had agility and concentration, which with Zan’s instructions enabled her to do much better than she should have done. Plus she liked showing off in front of her lover. She knew her love was a physical person and appreciated such skills.

Zan was a slinky machine out there. She walked up to her spot like a graceful cat and concentrated, one of the guys from the opposing team started coughing really loud, but it didn’t phase the young woman as she rolled a strike.

Her motion on the bowling alley was like a ballet, it was so fluid. She quickly got her ball; the pinsetter wasn’t ready when the intense teen rolled her ball. The gate that guarded the pins barely had time to clear when Zan’s ball came racing through the pins for a strike. It was a demonstration in concentration for the noise among her opponents.

After the first frame, the women had a spare and three strikes; the men had two spares, a strike and an open. Bob split his first ball and had to settle for a nine count. By the fifth frame Brie had 96 and a 95 and Zan was working on two perfect games. Their opponents weren’t doing so well, they had an 88, 73, 98 and 96 going.

Brie bought every one a round of beer. She had seen Mace and Bob buy his team beers when they failed to mark. So Brie thought it would be a good gesture. When the beers came, they all saluted Brie’s sportsmanship. The stoic teenager even smiled at the gesture. Brie asked, "How are we doing?"

"We’re six marks ahead, you’re doing great," the teen said excitedly.

"What does that mean?"

"Well, when you get a strike or a spare, you get a mark and when you get two strikes in row you get double marks. That’s why it’s called a double. It gives you an idea of who’s ahead. We’re ahead by about 60 points, but there’s a long way to go."

Brie’s next two balls were nine count spares. Zan rolled two more strikes. The men all got strikes. After eight frames it looked like the women had won, but the men didn’t care. They were too busy routing for a double perfect game. Only one of the men had ever seen a perfect game much less two perfect games.

A crowd had gathered to watch the unique spectacle. Zan started to get nervous. This was the best the teenager had ever rolled and she had a good idea as to why, her love brought the best out of the raven-haired teen.

By the time Zan rolled, everyone else had finished, and she was rolling for the nearly impossible, a double perfect game. The look of pride and love on the strawberry blonde’s face spurred the competitive spirit of the blue-eyed women to continue her streak.

A lot of luck was involved in her string of strikes. In the fifth and eighth frame she had rolled balls that should have produced splits and in the seventh she had been light on one ball, but pin action had carried the day.

Zan rolled her first ball and hung her head, she felt it pull slightly, it was too high. Brie saw her lover’s reaction and watched as the ball went high and left of the ten pin until the five pin ricocheted off the wall and crashed into the ten pin. A cheer from the excited spectators caused the disappointed teen to look up and see her strike.

Desperate to take advantage of her fourth piece of luck, she rolled two perfect balls for her first ever perfect game. Brie was shocked when the normally reticent teenager jumped in the air with whoop and her fist in the air. Brie felt she had to calm her partner down for the fallen frame, so she brought her a towel.

Zan felt the calming hand of the love of her life and willed her heart to stop beating through her chest. Her blue eyes thanked the young social worker for everything and promised more later that night. She handed back the towel and took a deep breath and turned around to face the final challenge. Her first two balls were artistry. They ran down the lane and broke perfectly for strikes.

Now the young woman could feel the tension in the bowling alley. All the people watching were boring holes in her neck. Her legs were shaking and she had trouble concentrating. Brie could she her sweetheart’s tension and quietly said, "It’s only a game Baby."

The sound of her heart’s desire was enough to burn alway all the tension. Zan concentrated; she picked her mark; she went in motion; one step; two steps; slide and release. The ball arched beautifully down the lane in slow motion to increase the tension in the room, the ball rolled over the mark perfectly; it was rolling with precision down the lane. Suddenly, the ball hesitated as it hit a oily spot delaying the ball’s break by a fraction of a second. It was too low in the pocket and the eight momentarily rocked as the five pin flew by it. A sigh of disappointment filled the room until the five pin bounced off the back wall and slammed into the remaining pin. A cheer then erupted from the gallery and Zan was jarred by a red tornado jumping into her arms.

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Bob came and shook her hand and not only bought their drinks, but drinks for the whole house. He had witnessed something to tell the grandkids, and that called for a celebration. Zan couldn’t buy anything in the alley. The manager wanted to take her picture to put on the bulletin board. They weren’t official games, but such a feat deserved recognition.

The women finally got away two hours later with passes for free games and bowling alley tee shirts. It had surely made up for an otherwise rotten day.

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Brie was pumped on the drive home and asked, "Zan, can we do that again soon? That was fun."

Zan took a deep breath and replied, "Funny you should ask, because Carl asked me, if we could take the place of Rhoda and Marty on his mixed bowling team. It seems Marty is having to work shifts and Rhoda, her partner, is pregnant. So this is their last week. Carl thought it would be fun, if we could take their place."

Brie smiled and exclaimed, "That sounds like fun. When do we bowl?"

The tall teen was very pleased and relieved, she had promised Carl she would ask, "It’s a Friday night league. Tomorrow, we’ll have to go shopping, which will make you happy. You’ll need a ball, shoes, carrier and maybe a wrist supporter."

Then something occurred to the smart little blonde, "This was a test, huh, Zan? You were testing me to see if I could bowl. Why didn’t you just ask?"

Zan defended herself, "It wasn’t like that. I wanted to do it and you would have done it just for me, but I didn’t want to embarrass you or have you embarrassed. I wanted see if it were fun for you. I was going to ask no matter what happened, if you had fun."

Brie sighed and said, "Zan, don’t be afraid to ask me anything. You’re right I would have said yes just to please you, but you have to understand, Baby, that pleasing you makes me happy."

Brie kissed her lover on the cheek as she drove and whispered, "Let’s go to my place. It’s closer."

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When they got to Brie’s apartment, Zan said, "You shower first. I have to call Carl and tell him the good news. I promised I’d let him know today. By the way, can you get Friday off?"

"Sure why?"

Zan decided to jump right in. Cassy and she had talked about this and the psychologist thought it important for her self image that they start the restaurant. So the reluctant teen replied, "We have to go and shop for the stuff Carl needs to finish the kitchen and we have to fix up the place this weekend, if we’re going to open before the holidays. Can you check on the liquor license tomorrow?"

Brie leaped into her lover’s arms and kissed her deeply and passionately. They probed each other for several minutes until Brie needed air and said, "Thank you, Baby. I have wanted to do this since you showed me the place. It can be something we can do together. You have made me so happy tonight and after I almost screwed up everything."

Zan started to correct her, but she placed her fingers to her young lover’s lips and said, "Don’t say anything yet. Just listen. When I went into that woman’s office today, I was very upset and hurt. Then I saw her and I was very physically attracted to her. At lunch she was flirting with me and I found it very flattering to have a beautiful woman so obviously chasing me. When we were in the shower and she was kissing me, at first, I kissed back, but then I felt you and knew I was hurting you. So, I reacted, but I almost..."

Seeing the tears in those green eyes made Zan melt. She responded, "Is it my turn now?"

The young blonde nodded her consent and the dark teen continued, "I saw you responded and it nearly killed me, because I knew it was my fault. You see I don’t know what came over me this morning. I got scared and I had to run and I knew that hurt you. I wish I could explain it. Cassy said it has to do with some memory that I’m suppressing and that when something is about to trigger that memory, I run. I want to include you in everything, but you’re going to have to be patient with me."

Brie kissed her love and said, "You make your phone call and I’ll get the bath ready. Then you can join me after you talk to Carl."

Zan watched her lover slink away to the bathroom and hurriedly dialed Carl’s number. This was going to be a very quick call.

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Zan entered the bathroom to the smell of scented candles and lilac bath salts. Zan tore off her clothes and leaped towards the tub, but she didn’t get right in. She picked up the bath sponge and started lightly scrubbing her lover’s back. A hushed purr gurgled from the blonde’s delicate throat.

Familiar hands washed further down the young blonde’s back until her lover whispered, "On your knees."

The excited woman hurriedly responded and got on all fours. The raven-haired youth dropped the sponge and soaped her hands. Then she rubbed the lather into her love’s firm cheeks and crack. Brie felt a soapy finger invade her bottom and she released a pleasured sigh.

With her other frothy hand, the blue eyed young woman began to clean her lover’s firm breasts. Slowly and methodically the teenager kneaded the soap into her sweetheart’s ample bosom. With hardening nipples and fluid running down her legs, Brie let out an animalistic purr.

Zan pulled her finger from her lover’s rear and released her breast. The dark haired teen resoaped her hands and started cleaning her love’s inner thighs. Zan rinsed her sweetheart with clean water, leaned over and whispered, "Sit down now."

The aroused blonde sat in the tub and her dark lover relathered her hands. She felt the soapy hands run down her thighs and then felt two fingers invaded her wet opening. The conscientious lover began to stroke her love’s clit with her other hand.

Slowly at first the hands rubbed and massaged the sensitive areas. Then as the red tinted blonde’s passion built, her attentive sweetheart increased the momentum. Brie arched her back to increase the amount of contact, until she exploded with passion. Zan slowly brought her love down from her impassioned apex. Then she stopped her ministrations and kissed the young blonde deeply and intimately.

Zan looked into hooded green eyes and asked, "Feel clean now?"

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Zan had to refuse like ministrations. She wanted to get clean and get comfortable in bed for the next round of play.

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End of Part 8.

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