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December 24th, 1946

It was like a flood rolling in. As soon as dawn broke on Christmas Eve, the matrons of Los Angeles' high society streamed into the I. Magnin & Co. department store on Wilshire Boulevard, Beverly Hills, threatening to sweep you away from your refuge and confinement behind the counter. The festive season was always a drag in customer service, a stressful, endless hassle amidst wreaths, baubles, and candy canes, but the bonus was sizeable enough to be unrefusable for a woman in your position and with your extravagant tastes.

The river of intricately styled heads and fresh blow outs split around the gigantic Christmas tree in the centre of the first floor and dispersed to look at the mannequins and glass cabinets displaying the most expensive articles that would make for a passable last minute gift. The other shop assistants sat their catches down on the loveseats and cushioned chairs scattered across the shop floor for some personal attention and persuasion. Yet you remained rigid at the cash register, pretending to count change until the first sale would come to leave their money with you.

You wrapped up a few, buying lavish hats and diamond earrings and silk scarfs, and saw them on their way with the toothiest smile you could muster in hopes of a tip, wishing them a "Merry Christmas" and not once receiving it in return. Your feet hurt from standing around for hours, you were in need of a coffee, and you had a chipped nail with no way of accessing the file in your locker downstairs. You thought your day couldn't get any worse—but then she walked in.

Her mere appearance gave you pause.

A small woman, exceptionally dressed in a burgundy dress and fur coat that had collected a dust-layer of snowflakes, who made heads turn in whichever direction she breathed. Apart from her fierce brown eyes it was her nose that stood out to you; prominent, curved, fashionable in its own right. Your eyes met the moment she passed the Christmas tree. She shifted her stride straight towards you, one heeled foot in front of the other as if on a runway; effortless grace, measured flamboyance.

Before she even reached the counter, she narrowed her eyes, said, "You," and beckoned with a crooked finger. "You look like you've got nothing to do. Come with me."

"Ma'am, I'm not allowed to leave—"

"Ah, poppycock," she interrupted, grabbed your wrist and pulled you from behind the counter.

"Ma'am!" you protested.

The woman stopped abruptly, making you bump against her, and, with a tight-lipped smile, asked, "Honey, do you know who I am?"

"I—um…?" You felt like she was mocking you, your head was empty as if struggling to comprehend what your eyes couldn't get enough of. Her lips, wide and so red glossy; her eyes gleaming with unrelenting passion—she rolled them—her brows arched, sceptical, testing.

"When a woman becomes a wife she becomes invisible to the world," she scoffed, then cocked her head. "Ever heard of Ace Amberg?"

"The head of Ace Studios? Of course, Ma'am."

"Well, I'm his wife," she said with the hint of a threat in the lightness of her voice. "We own this town, for all intents and purposes. So—are you coming?"

“Mrs Amberg,” you smiled, leaning over the window of her car, “want me to fill you up?”

Avis smirked at the innuendo you were so fond of using every time she came past. She let her eyes rake down from your face to your chest, which you practically had on display. She slid her sunglasses down her nose a little, letting her eyes peek over the rim as she spoke.

“That depends,” Avis smiled, “will it be enough to get me to Dreamland?”

It was a well-practised routine the two of you had, a shared innuendo before you gave Ernie the nod and got into her car. As soon as you sat in the passenger seat, Avis’s hand found your thigh, her fingers digging possessively into your skin. You couldn’t help but smile at how possessive she tended to be.

Her lips were on yours as soon as the door shut and she pressed you against it. You grasped her face, your nails digging into the soft skin of her cheeks as you pulled her away.

“Oh, Avis,” you smiled, using your free hand to rake a nail up her neck, “you know better, don’t you, mama?”

Avis whimpered softly, her eyes glazing over a little at the harsh tone of your voice. You walked her backwards, your blunt nails digging into her face as you led her to the bed.

“I think I want to taste you,” you murmured, pressing her against the plush mattress, “and then I’m going to open you up and get you ready for my cock.”

Avis gasped, her thighs pressing together at the promise of what you would do to her. You smirked, reaching for her hand and letting her feel the strap through your slacks. She moaned, her head falling back as she grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down.

You chuckled softly, undoing the ties around her waist that held her dress together. It was a nice little wrap-around number that looked nothing short of incredible on her, however, you decided that right now it would look better on the floor. You kissed the skin that you exposed, your lips trailing gently along her collarbone.

“You know better than to tease,” Avis said, her grip on your shoulders tightening as she tried to once again push you down.

You chuckled softly, your teeth grazing her skin and making her shiver.

“Now, now, mama,” you cooed, “you want me to fuck you right or give you one orgasm and call it quits?”

“You do that and not only will I not pay,” she hissed, her nails digging into your shoulders, “but I never ask for you again.”

You bit your lip and smiled, pushing yourself up just enough to kiss her once more before sliding back down, trailing your lips down her body faster than before. Avis hummed, pleased that you seemed to be moving faster than before. You hooked your fingers under the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down her legs while trailing kisses along the skin of her thighs. She moaned softly, already arching into your touch and you’d hardly done anything yet.

You kissed your way back up her legs, nipping gently at her inner thigh on the way. When you finally came face to face with her bare centre, you couldn’t help but moan at the wetness that you were greeted with. You stuck your tongue out moaning once again at your first taste of the red-head tonight.

“That’s a good girl,” Avis moaned, her hand finding its way to your hair.

You licked at her like a starved woman, lapping up her arousal and holding her thighs down to truly devour her. Avis cried out, her hand tightening in your hair as she tried to pull herself away in an effort to escape your relentless tongue. You just held her tighter, pulling her even closer to you.

You wrapped your lips around her clit, sucking at the bud and making her hips buck. You could feel her beginning to relax under your touch and you eased up a little with how harsh you were. You knew exactly what Avis needed, and that was to let go and relax, and to do that, you couldn’t ease her into it.

You trailed your tongue down to her entrance, sliding the muscle into her and lapping up more of her arousal. Avis’s back arched and the moans she was letting out were primal. You could feel her walls squeezing around your tongue and you knew she was already getting close.

You snaked your fingers up to her centre, using them to spread her lips and give one final lick before wrapping your lips back around her clit. At the same time, you slid two fingers into her, thrusting them deep before curling them in search of that spot that always made her hips buck.

“That’s it, baby, mama’s so cl-ah!” Avis gasped, cutting herself off as your teeth gently grazed her sensitive bud.

You felt her walls clench around you once more, a breathless moan escaping her as her thighs tightened around your head. You moaned and kept your rhythm going with your fingers as you fucked her through her orgasm.

Her moans slowly subsided, her breathing heavy as her thighs still twitched next to your ears. You smiled wickedly as you kept your fingers moving inside her. Avis bucked her hips into your hand, her head thrown back as a loud moan escaped her. You kissed your way up her body, nipping at her skin on the way.

“Are you ready for my cock, mama?” You husked, biting her ear lobe.

“Fuck, baby,” Avis moaned, gripping your shoulders, “Please.”

You chuckled softly and gave your fingers one final curl before pulling them out. Avis whined softly at the loss and the noise made you smile. You kissed her once more before pulling away and undoing your pants.

Avis sat up onto her elbows to watch as you stripped your pants and boxers. She bit her lip and shuffled herself to the edge of the bed before spreading her legs for you. Your mouth watered at the sight but you forced yourself to focus on your plan - this was about making her scream.

“Lay back, mama,” you smiled, “I’m not stopping until all you can scream is my name.”

Avis hummed and did as she was told, her arms coming up and framing her face as she prepared herself to be absolutely ruined. Your smile widened as you stalked towards the bed, your fingers lightly trailing up from her knee to her thigh before you gripped the soft flesh and pulled her right to the edge of the bed.

Avis gasped, her eyes wide as you bent yourself over her, your hands still grasping her thighs. You pushed them up until her knees were almost pressing against her chest and you teased her entrance with the silicone between your legs. You reached down and guided the cock into her, going slow at first so she could adjust to the size. She always liked when she could feel the burn from you the next day.

You bottomed out and Avis moaned, her head falling back and going limp, content with how full she felt. You gave a small shift of your hips, thrusting just a little to press in a little deeper and Avis choked on a moan at the feeling.

“C-c’mon, baby,” Avis breathed, “mama’s not breakable. Fuck me.”

You gave her a wink before withdrawing your hips, leaving just the tip in before slamming forward and beginning a brutal pace. Avis cried out, her eyes scrunched in pleasure as your hips slammed into hers. Strings of curse words and moans fell from her parted lips like music to your ears.

You reached up and found her breasts, one hand grasping one and rolling her nipple between your fingers while you leaned forward and captured the other one with your mouth. Avis gripped at your hair, holding your head even closer as your hips continued to thrust brutally.

You swapped to her other breast, pulling the bud gently between your teeth while you snaked your free hand between her legs. You found her clit with your thumb and began rubbing tight circles, wishing more than anything that you could feel the way she squeezed around the toy inside her. You settled for feeling the wave of arousal that only added to the copious amount of wetness between her thighs.

“Mhm, that’s it, baby,” Avis moaned breathlessly, “mama’s so close.”

You moaned around her nipple, pulling away with a soft pop. You pressed your thumb against her clit harder, drawing another low moan that only made you want to fuck her harder.

“God, do you have any idea how much I love fucking you dumb?” You husked, your breath ghosting against her ear.

All Avis could do was cry out your name, choking on the word as her body went stiff, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. You growled low in her ear and didn’t stop, continuing to thrust into her. She held onto your shoulders like her life depended on it, like she’d disappear into the mattress if she let go.

You fucked her into another orgasm on the tail end of the last one, her nails digging into your skin as she tried to push you away. You slowed down your thrusts, gently rocking into her before stilling and letting her finish riding out her pleasure.

You pressed a kiss to Avis’ forehead, then to her lips, before pulling away, gently sliding the strap out and cooing gentle praise at the soft grunt she let out.

“You did so well for me, mama,” you cooed, laying down next to her.