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A beautiful drop, a beautiful Breve.

"You can see now why I wanted you to listen, can't you?" Joan asked… but Diana's attention was diverted by the earbud in her other ear and it was hard for her to fully concentrate on the brunette's words so she just nodded vacantly because it was easier. The sound was hard to qualify, but it had elements of post-punk synthesizer and goth rock and a weird little fillip of bubblegum pop in its earwormy chorus and the record executive was already thinking about how to promote it. That felt so immediately and intuitively important that she barely even noticed the nightclub owner's hands tugging on the hem of her skirt.

That tiny distraction vanished when Diana raised her hips slightly, allowing the garment to slide right off, and her unthinking decision was rewarded when Joan reached down and began to rub her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. "It's that lead singer," Joan purred, her tone sultry and seductive but not nearly as enticing as the woman Diana heard within the music. "She's just got such a sexy voice, doesn't she? You listen to every song absolutely aching to fuck her. You'd do absolutely anything to bend over and let her rail you with a strap-on from the very first note." That wasn't how Diana would have put it--she was about as straight as straight could be, much to Joan's perpetual disappointment--but once the idea entered her head Diana found that it wouldn't leave.

"They're not signed to anybody, Di," Joan purred seductively, her fingers punctuating every word and phrase with a firm pressure directly over Diana's throbbing clit. "They're looking for a deal, and of course I immediately thought of you. I knew you'd take good care of them, make sure their sound got to all the right people and get them played on the radio and in arena tours and just… just fucking everywhere, Di, because everyone deserves to hear this. Every woman needs to hear this. Every woman needs to--to--" Joan's voice broke off in a strangled gasp, and it sounded almost like the mere thought of promoting this new band was giving her an orgasm but Diana couldn't think too hard about that because her cunt was spasming in climax too. And the woman singing seemed to encourage every last bit of their lesbian lust.

Diana had a wet spot on her panties by the time the first song was over, but there was a second waiting right there to replace it and that one was somehow even catchier than the first. Diana could tell this was going to go straight into all her daily playlists, replacing her old exercise mix and her old cleaning mix and even the mix she used when she had her lover over, although of course he'd need to be replaced as well because there was no way Diana could be interested in a man anymore. She wanted the soft, sensual touch of a woman now, forever, and she was so grateful when Joan posed her on all fours on the sofa and tugged her panties down to her knees.

"This is the sound for a new generation," the club owner growled, a touch of cultish devotion in her voice, and Diana's eyes glazed over so completely in vacant acceptance that she didn't even notice what was happening behind her. Until she felt a thick shaft pushing into her wet cunt, and discovered that the music was an even more perfect accompaniment to getting fucked than she'd ever imagined. Diana moaned, pushing her hips back against the strap-on, and together the two of them descended even deeper into perfect surrender to the music in their heads.