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This time she's in the dark about who will join them this year.

“Aspen is so beautiful, Y/n. You’re going to love it!”

Her mother has fawned over this trip for months. She hit the jackpot when her daughter, Y/n’s older sister, married some old money brat she met in college. He's so generous to book and cover their stay at a ‘very exclusive’ ski resort. Y/n had looked it up herself and her eyes nearly fell out of her head seeing the price attached to this place. Hosting two families for a week nearly costs what most people make in a year. The photos of attractive vacationers and expensive rooms showed why it has such a high price tag. Y/n can’t help but feel like her family will stick out like a sore thumb. Her parents did well, but it pales in comparison to the wealth her brother-in-law comes from. Her mother is running up credit cards to buy luxurious ski wear and gear that she doesn’t even know how to use.

Y/n observes as her mother and sister trade phones to show each other outfits they have planned for casual outings and more fancier ones. It was all they could talk about; what they would be seen in.

While she found them to be a bit dramatic, she can't deny that she's excited for this trip. The perks of having a rich brother-in-law were not lost on her as Dean was the one who helped her land an internship in her last year of college. She just never thought he'd be willing to foot the bill for a vacation for two families that technically aren't his own.

“Ooh I’m so excited for this trip! I always told your father I wanted to go to a ski resort, but I was always told it was out of our budget!"

"I told Dean that and he decided to do something about it! He loves you and dad so much he didn't even hesitate to cover the entire thing."

“That man spoils you! I was telling Beth--”

Y/n's ears perk up at the name. Not an uncommon name, but she felt like she needed to hear that again. There is only one person she knows with that name, and it sounds like she knows who the mystery family is joining the family vacation this year.

"Hold on," Y/n interjects. The conversation had not been for until this very moment. "Are you talking about Megan's mom?"

"Yes! They're coming with us. I thought I told you?"

Maybe her mom had mentioned it and she just wasn't paying attention, but that's not something Y/n would gloss over.

Y/n and Megan have known each other for almost two decades, but she wouldn't consider them friends. In fact -- the opposite.

'Bullying' is such a heavy term to throw around, but Y/n isn't sure how else to describe what Megan liked to do to her. Crowding around with friends to make fun of someone's binder or point out how their friendless in a mocking way is the definition of bullying. Megan was so young, but skilled at picking up on someone's insecurities. She knew every small way to pick at someone without painting herself as a bully to the teachers. Things didn't get better until Megan's parents sent her to private school and that was the last time Y/n shared a classroom with her. They've encountered each other over the years, but they haven't interacted enough for Y/n to determine if she's still that mean girl. She guesses that's why she doesn't hold the biggest grudge against Megan, but everything still lingers in the back of her mind and she doesn't trust her one bit.

"I thought the Smith family was coming?"

"Judy's getting her appendix removed and can't come. Besides, they're no fun! They always want to be back at the hotel by 11. Yawn!"

If there was one thing Y/n's mother didn't like it was people who didn't know how to have a good time. The Smiths were bores, but Y/n would prefer that over having to see Megan. The last time she saw her was when she was forced to go to her high school graduation party. That was about six years ago and she hasn't seen her since.

"Are you and Megan friends?" Her sister starts. "Doesn't she follow you on instagram?"

"I'd hardly call and instagram follow a statement of friendship. I haven't seen or talked to her in years."

"Well you better start talking to her or something because you two are going to share a room."

-

The lobby is filled with women's high-end clothes, their daughters with slicked back buns, and husbands swiping their credit cards. Y/n feels so out of place, but her mother and sister can't say the same. They feel right at home despite not really 'looking' the part. All that time being a rich man's wife and her sister still had a certain tackiness to her that could never be erased.

Y/n thought they would be traveling with Megan's family, but she was able to breathe a sigh of relief when she learned that they would be taking their own flight (apparently her brother-in-law was only kind enough to pay for 5 plane tickets, but not more). She was able to take a longer time in between learning Megan is joining them and actually seeing her. She has imagined and rehearsed for many different scenarios, all of them still involving Megan being rude to her. But Y/n knew she had to consider Megan not being the girl she was when she was younger and actually growing up. She did invite Y/n to her graduation party and followed her first on instagram, so the possibility of her no longer being some bitchy kid is high. It's not ideal that they have to share a room for a week, but Y/n has dealt with shittier roommates in college.

"There you are!"

Her mother's shrill voice fills the lobby, turning heads, as she opens her arm to greet the family they'll be vacationing with for five days. Y/n's eyes instantly fall onto Megan who is looking right at her. The awkward eye contact makes her cower, feeling like a kid again. Why does she let this girl draw this kind of reaction out of her? She could practically consider Megan a stranger since they haven't spoken in years. Yet goosebumps litter her skin and she stares at the floor.

"Y/n! How are you? Oh, sweetie, it's been so long!"

Megan's mother pulls her into a crushing hug. It's the last thing she's expecting but she knows to play nice. She hugs the woman back until she finally lets go.

"How is everything?! Did you graduate already?"

Her mother answers for her.

"She did! She works at a consulting firm now. Dean got her the job. I can't wait for you to meet him!"

Y/n's mother has a habit of making her feel like a kid again which is the last thing she needs in the presence of Megan. She does everything to not let her eyes gravitate to Megan. She looks so different now. Y/n doesn't keep up much with her online, but even now she looks like she's stepped out of instagram, looking put together while Y/n is still in her airplane rags. She looks at her and sees someone who is the antithesis of herself.

"You remember Megan, right? You two were at Witmore together for a while, but I know that was so long ago."

"I do," she answers reluctantly, but does her best to try to put on a smile and act like she's happy to see this girl.

Megan gives her a smile that Y/n finds all too familiar; the exact same one she's given to teachers when trying to get out of trouble. So much innocence in that smile, but a darker intent hides behind it. Y/n feels a trail of goosebumps form on her arms. No way does Megan still give her reaction when she's a grown woman now. She immediately feels a sense of embarrassment from her reaction and turns away from the group. They don't seem to notice, or care, but Megan certainly does.

"Here's the room key," Y/n's mother hands her two cards, "you two get settled, we'll meet for dinner in a few hours. If you want, your sister can show you and Megan around or you can explore on your own, but be in the lobby by 8!"

On the plane ride here, Y/n had contemplated asking Dean if he'd let her get her own room; he got a job, a room on her own wouldn't be too much to ask for. However, Y/n decided against it so as to not cause any problems. It seems like Y/n's mom really wants this joint family trip to work out and she'd never be able to live it down if she were the one to ruin it. So she swallows her pride and acts like a big girl, heading up to the room she has to share with Megan. Her plan was just to keep her distance and keep the talk at the minimum. She didn't have much to say to Megan, and isn't even sure if they have a thing in common besides their families being friends.

"Slow down!" Megan has to be right behind her from how close her voice is. She catches up and appears right beside Y/n. "You always walked too fast. I see that hasn't changed."

The way she talks to her hasn't changed either. Megan never missed a chance to throw in a dig at Y/n and that still hasn't changed.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Just be normal, okay?"

They arrive at their door. Room 323, one floor above their parents, but two below the room her sister and Dean are staying in. Megan grabs the second key out of Y/n's hand before she can even try to get into the room. She was still bossy after having all that time to grow out of it.

"I hope you didn't want the bed next to the window, because I want it."

Megan parks her suitcase in front of said bed and plops down on it before Y/n can even step further into the room. Whichever bed she had is no big deal to Y/n, but she's in disbelief that Megan feels so comfortable reverting back to the mean girl persona with her. It leaves her speechless, obviously so because Megan notices it right away. She watches how Y/n just moves around slowly, silent as a mouse, and not reacting to a single thing. She can't help but pout like she's a child not being allowed to play with her favorite toy.

"C'mon, Y/n, don't be like that! Lighten up! We're in fucking Aspen for God's sake. And on your brother-in-law's dime. Don't you want to have some fun?"

Y/n isn't sure what Megan expects from her. Does she want her to act like they're friends or something? Or like Witmore never happened and they're just close family friends? She finds Megan's behavior to frankly be bizarre and she realizes that this is going to be a long week.

-

The time to meet for dinner had come quicker than expected. Instead of touring the resort like her mother suggested, Y/n had opted to stay in the room. Megan had gone with her sister and Dean, but Y/n knew she needed the time to herself. She watched how the fading sun painted the sky in vibrant colors until the moon began to rise over the mountains. It looked unreal, like something from a nature magazine, but it was the view she gets to see for an entire week. The time to herself was used to quiet her mind before tonight's dinner where she'd have to sit with Megan and their families and pretend like this doesn't bother her. She's never going to tell her mother what her relationship with Megan is really like, fearing that would begin the cycle of her mother phasing out one family group for another to be friends with. She's too old to be running to mommy and tattling, so the only way to deal with this is as little exposure to Megan as possible.

Megan came back to the room and once again began to talk to Y/n as if everything is just fine. She talks to her about any and everything that just so happens to pop up in her mind, not even caring that Y/n barely answers her. She even keeps yapping as she does her hair and make-up for tonight's dinner.

"If I had a rich brother-in-law, I'd probably find one of his rich friends to fuck. Like seriously Y/n, you're missing out on some desperate guys who come from serious cash."

The comment was random and crass, but it was Megan. She always talked with a bit of edge to her words; blunt being the simplest way to describe her.

"That sounds like hell. No amount of money is worth being with some asshole you don't like."

"What? Not your type? What is your type? I remember you having a fat crush on Michael J at Witmore. Or was it Michael O?"

She has a talent at making the conversations embarrassing for Y/n. Her heart beats a little faster and her patients get shorter talking to Megan, she never knows why she engages, but a part of her wants to prove she's not the scared, quiet girl at Witmore anymore.

"I was a kid. And my type is none of your business."

"We can't have a little girl talk? Dean mentioned some of his friends might be staying here, you never know, there could be someone here for you."

Y/n feels her skin growing hotter. She hadn't paid much attention to the way she's doing her own hair and make-up for tonight, but when she looks over at Megan who's bent over the bathroom counter and putting on eyeliner like a pro, she can't help but feel like she's not putting in so much effort into her look. All this talk about men and meeting someone makes her feel a little dizzy. She hears it enough from her mom and sister, Megan is that last person she wants to talk about this with. All of Y/n's close friends know, but no one in her immediate family knows. The talk about finding some guy through her sister's husband falls on deaf ears because she doesn't want 'some guy'...or any guy at all.

"You can have them," Y/n says quietly, confidence lacking in her voice as she speaks. "I don't want anything to do with them."

"Don't be like that. I'm sure they'll think you're pretty."

"It's not about what they want...it's about what I want."

For the first time since they've met in the lobby, Megan lets the silence fall over them. Y/n feels like she's finally gotten Megan to shut up and leave her alone. What she doesn't realize is how she's cracked open the can of worms for Megan. A girl who was always able to pick up on small insecurities can certainly read between the lines. Not to mention the intel she collected by lurking on your instagram just hours before boarding the plane to get her.

"Oh, Y/n I had no clue you like girls."

She completely stops in her tracks and turns around to face the bathroom where Megan is at. She sees how she stands there with her hip pressing against the sink, arms folded across her chest, and the smirk on her face. Y/n didn't need to utter a word for Megan to know that she had figured out what she was trying to say without saying it.

"Don't freak out, I'm not judging you. I'm into girls too. I even had a girlfriend my sophomore year of college before she decided to study abroad. I liked her a lot, but I don't do long distance."

Megan makes her admission nonchalantly. If it were anyone else, this would be a bonding moment for Y/n, but she can't help but even clamp up even more. She doesn't say a word for the rest of the time she's getting ready, but the dreadful feeling of having been 'found out' fills her.

The one thing Y/n knows how to do is save face and put on a good smile for her family's sake. The resort's restaurant is almost filled to capacity. Some are dressed more casually while others are dressed to the nines. She's sure plenty of business deals (both legal and not) have happened at these tables. She worried about her family sticking out like a sore thumb amongst her brother-in-law's rich family and the rich, desperate friends Megan had talked about earlier. Yet everyone found a way to be just as obnoxious as each other. They were like college freshmen, unable to control the amount of alcohol they consume and how it affects them. Her mother suggesting that her and Megan should go 'mingle' felt like she was trying to pawn them off or something. Y/n had only nodded her head so she could slip away to the bar and away from the table. If she had to answer how she got her job at the consulting firm when the six foot two answer was sitting one person away from her, she was going to explode. This was not her world just because her sister married into it, and for the sake of dragging the energy down and depriving her mother of rich woman cosplay, she just left the table.

She looks over her shoulder to make sure no one has an eye on her and it's a relief to see that they don't. Y/n's not that important, yet feels so exposed getting up and walking to the bar for some reason. The bartender immediately asks her if she wants anything when she sits down. After having a class of expensive wine that tasted like juice watered down, Y/n has a taste for something stronger. Instead of getting a glass of water like she should, she orders a Negroni. She's never had one or knows what it tastes like, but it was the first name she saw on the menu behind the bartender's head. A place like this doesn't serve the dirty concoctions that she consumed in college or like the drinks her peers at work hide in a water tumbler to make it through the day.

"You don't think you're too young to be drinking something like that?"

She remembers the voice from earlier, as someone from her table, but when Y/n turns to face the person she doesn't remember the name. The woman before her is one of Dean's mothers friend. Her name started with an N or something like that. They had sat at nearly opposite ends of the large dinner table; Y/n can't really be blamed for not remembering her name.

"Oh, um, I'm 24."

There was an awkward laugh that came out of her mouth that shocked Y/n herself. She's used to getting a bit of a shakedown from the older workers at work, but not in a setting like this. She's already a little nervous and on edge from her conversation in the hotel with Megan. She can't help but look over shoulder and scan the table. Every single person is engrossed in whatever conversation they have going on. Everyone except Megan who is looking past the guy trying to chat her up and is looking right at Y/n. Her words echo in Y/n's head. 'I didn't know you like girls.' It's nothing she hides or is ashamed of, but being clocked like that and now having some older woman sliding into the seat next to her has her feeling a little hot.

The woman leans in closer than Y/n feels is appropriate. She smiles and is polite, but doesn't say a word. Lucky for her the bartender arrives with her drink, and maybe it's because her anxiety is getting the best of her, she downs her drink before she could even taste it. But once the flavor splashes against her tongue and registers in her brain she coughs a little. She didn't know what to expect, but the bitterness nearly sobered her up.

"You can be legally able to drink, but that doesn't mean you're old enough to handle certain things. Some things take time and years to grow into. You have to develop a palette for things with an acquired taste."

She grabs the glass as soon as Y/n sets it down and takes it for herself, placing her lips on the exact spot Y/n's lips were once placed. Again, Y/n looks over her shoulder at the table and still no one seems to be concerned about her absence. The only difference is that Megan, and that guy who was talking to her, is now gone.

"Y/n, right? Your Dean's sister-in-law. I'm Nicole. I went to the same college as Dean's father, I've known that boy since he was in diapers."

"Oh, that's nice."

"I got Dean his first job too, just like he did for you. Who are you working for?"

"Greenholt."

"Decent. Good company, but not necessarily a big firm. Did your mother give him a tough time and that's why he only got you into GCG instead of one of the big four?"

Y/n laughs at her joke out of politeness, but she doesn't know how else she could make it more obvious that she does not want to talk to this woman. Her natural submissiveness around perceived authority figures wouldn't allow her to say anything, but the way her body just turns slightly away from the woman should be enough. Maybe Nicole doesn't notice it, or she's ignoring it.

"It's no big deal. Besides, as much as I appreciate his help, I'd rather navigate my career on my own.

"I understand. I once thought the same way when I was your age, but the older you get and the longer you're in the business, you quickly learn that it's all about who you know and what you can do for others. It's better to know a lot of names even if you don't have direct contact," Nicole closes a little more of the gap between their bodies that leaves just enough space to make it look friendly. She doesn't seem to care that the families are not that far away and that someone could be watching the whole thing. The smell of the bitter alcohol she now detests is all over Nicole's breath. "I know you believe in hard work to get what you want, but making connections and leaving a lasting impression is hard work too. I can get you into Curser."

Y/n has been poached by other companies before, but no company as prestige as Curser. They're not a company with an easy hiring process, notorious for only accepting a handful of applicants a year. It's like getting into a prestigious ivy league where everyone is smart, hungrier than the last, and spent their entire life becoming qualified for a role. Hearing the name roll off of her lips does make Y/n pause. She may not know the entire extent of this woman's power, but she does know her brother-in-law and his family do have connections and friends at Curser. If she lands a role there, she's set for life. No worrying about the path of career and working at some middling consulting group. Her goal was to always jump ship when a better, more lucrative opportunity comes along.

Nicole takes notice of the look of thought written all over Y/n's face. Even a slight moment of hesitance is all she needed. Her hand casually lands on Y/n's knee where it's out of sight to the people around them. She looks down at her hand, goosebumps forming around the area of contact. It's like her touch is burning her skin. This has never happened to her before and she doesn't know how to take it or what to do.

"Hey, there you are! I've been looking for you."

The voice talking to her now is unmistakable this time around. She turns her head to face Megan who's eyes are glossy and hair a little messy. That guy is nowhere in sight, but if Y/n had to guess he's probably waiting for her somewhere. Yet here she is standing by Y/n's side; Megan swoops in to save the day.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need Y/n for a little girl time." Megan looks over to the woman she remembers as Nicky. She gives her one of her notorious fake smiles that only someone who has known her long enough like Y/n can interpret.

"Not a problem. Maybe we can catch up later?"

For the first time in her life, Y/n is grateful for Megan's appearance. She doesn't even give Y/n a chance to fully respond as she tugs at her hand and gestures towards the restaurant doors. She excuses herself without saying more than four words to Nicole.

"Nice to meet you."

They leave behind Nicole, their families, and the rest of patrons to enter the fairly empty resort lobby. Megan still has a strong grip on Y/n's hand, leading her to the elevators. The alcohol is blamed for the heat Y/n feels in her cheeks instead of her hand being connected with Megan's. She pushes a nagging thought out of her head and decides this is nothing.

Megan hadn't said a single word until they were safe and alone in the elevator.

"I didn't like that at all."

"Why'd you help me out back there?"

"You looked uncomfortable. Plus I needed an excuse to get away from that Mike guy. He said he had something to smoke, but that was a lie. He just wanted to make out after eating that disgusting fish he ordered. Sick fucker."

It wasn't until she hears the elevator door ding that Y/n realizes she hadn't been breathing. She lets out a deep breath as if it's some form of reprieve.

"That lady, what did she say to you?"

"She offered me a job."

"And?"

"That was it. She didn't say anything else."

"Y/n, she totally wanted to fuck you. I walked up and she had her hand all over your leg. She was offering you a job if you were willing to fuck her."

"You're exaggerating."

"Sure," Megan scoffs. "You need to learn to read between the lines."

Y/n doesn't need the attitude or reminder that Megan looks down on her and sees her as naive. That situation with Nicole already made her feel like shit and now here goes Megan piling on her. The tiny amount of goodwill she had accrued with her just a few minutes ago is now beginning to crumble.

The elevator dings again, signaling that they've made it to their floor. Megan digs in her purse and pulls out the key card to get in.

Y/n has never been more grateful to be inside of a hotel room in her life. She kicks her shoes off and plops onto her bed

"Would you have fucked her for a job?"

Megan was always blunt which both worked in her favor and got her into some shit from time to time. Ultimately she was curious about humans and their behaviors and thoughts. Y/n is no exception.

"What? What are you talking about?! Do you really think I would've fucked her?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking! I'm not judging you or anything like that. I know some people would've done it, but one thing for sure is that that lady is bold as hell for doing that when your mom was like 5 feet away from you."

"I wouldn't have fucked her."

"Hmm, so, rich assholes and pushy, older women aren't your type."

Megan's attempt to lighten the mode earns her a glare from Y/n. She just wanted to go to bed. Not replay the night and how some lady wanted her to fuck for a job. But now that the dust has settled she rubs her hands over her face and begins to think about what she may have done to her career prospects.

"Do you think I fucked up? Should I have at least put out a little so she doesn't ruin me ever working at a better firm."

"No, I think you're reading too much into it. You didn't outright reject her, I came and got you. So as sick as it is to say, I don't think you've ruined anything for yourself. But then again, you never know what someone might do if their ego is bruised-"

"You're not helping!"

"Sorry, but I just think you worry too much! You've always worried too much, I thought you would've grown out of that."

"You just wouldn't get it."

Her words weren't meant to come out so harsh, but Y/n reckons that she is just matching Megan's energy. She's used to dealing with condescending people all day at her job where she just has to take it on the chin, similar to her experiences with Megan in the past. Now that she's worn a little thin after that uncomfortable encounter and has a few drinks inside of her, she doesn't care to stay quiet for the sake of getting along to make the trip go by much quicker. It's only the first night and she's fed up with Megan acting like she's still that little middle schooler.

"I seem to get it more than you."

"I have a career that I'm trying to figure out. I know you got whatever you have going on, but it's not the same. The world I'm in is high-stakes and everyone for themselves. So, yes, I worry about possibly fucking up my career chances because I didn't want to fuck some old lady."

"Get a fucking grip! Y/n; always the loser little sister. Haven't you played that card long enough? You have a rich brother-in-law that hands you a job and you're still bitching and whining. It's a jungle out there for most of us; you're not special!"

The first thing she feels inside of her is a sense of defeat. It's the same feeling she has always felt around Megan, as if she would never measure up enough to be good or worthy. Her own frustrations with feeling unsatisfied with the just "decent" company her brother-in-law got her in at and the uncertain path of this career were only highlighted by what happened down in the restaurant. She'd rather her sister the housewife give her some half-baked advice instead of Megan's harsh words right now. But it's the truth.

The feeling of defeat quickly morphs into something else; Anger. So much of it that it has to come out and go somewhere. Y/n, always the good child, who never has an outburst or misdirects her frustrations. She doesn't know what to do with it at this moment. The alcohol drops her inhibitions and she acts in a haze. Out of nowhere she approaches Megan, and in a surprising turn, presses her lips against the girl she has long considered a bully.

To say Megan is stunned would be an understatement. She doesn't even register that it's happening until Y/n's hands grab onto her waist to bring their bodies closer together. If this has been someone else, she'd probably push them off, but Megan is slightly impressed by Y/n being bold for once in her life. It's clearly an act of rebellion (or maybe even a way to shut Megan up), but seeing her do something outside of playing it safe is refreshing for Megan. So she kisses her back.

The taste of rich dessert and fruity drinks fill Y/n's mouth, making her moan at the delight. It's been so long since she's had someone's lips against hers that it turns her feral. She hates to play into the stereotype that sometimes you just need to release the sexual energy pent up inside of you to stop being so uptight or 'bitchy' but she feels herself relaxing for the first time since she's stepped onto the plane. It makes her feel even better that Megan is so receptive to all of this, letting Y/n take control for once in their entire time of knowing each other. She seems just as into as Y/n is, kissing her back with passion and keeping up with Y/n's wild pace. Their tongues dance together, making it sloppier than what Y/n is used to. The hands groping her ass only make her moan louder into Megan's mouth.

Even if it's just a kiss, it's heavenly. They enjoy each other's needy presence only for the moment to end abruptly by a knock at the door. They pull away as if the person on the other side would be able to enter. Y/n gasping breathlessly, shocked by her own actions, rubs the saliva from her mouth.

"Y/n? Megan? Are you in there?"

It's her mother. Y/n begins to panic before Megan pushes her close to the door.

"Y-Yeah mom! We're inside," she is close enough that her mom can hear her without Y/n having to scream.

Y/n's hand begins to move towards the handle of the door before Megan grabs her arm to stop her. She shakes her head no, insinuating that it's not a good idea to let her in right now.

"She'll never leave if you let her in," Megan whispers.

"I just wanted to say goodnight and that you two were so good tonight and left a very good impression!"

"That's great to hear mom. Well, Megan's already asleep so I've got to go. I'm going to head to bed soon too."

"Oh okay! You two sleep well, we have a long day on the slopes tomorrow!"

They wait a few seconds before Y/n looks out the peephole to make sure her mother is gone. She sighs in relief when she doesn't see anyone there. Usually it's hard to get rid of her mother, but seeing that it's getting late, she wasn't going to try and come in.

Now that she's gone, Y/n has to face Megan and what they just did.

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"I-I don't know...I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Megan moves closer to her. She hooks her finger in the strap of Y/n's dress to pull her closer. "Only be sorry if you leave me hanging."

Y/n can't help but smile. Megan has always been charismatic, super compelling too. It's no wonder she was able to have a band of bitches do her bidding even at a young age. She has a way with words and knows how to either disarm someone or get them riled up.

While Y/n was the one to initiate things, Megan is going to make sure she's the one to end things. She may be considered selfish in real life, but she's the opposite in bed. In fact, she gets off watching someone squirm and embrace total pleasure, even if it's Megan the one calling all the shots.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I won't make things hard for you to understand, Y/n. I want to watch you get off."

Y/n's not sure exactly what she means, but that thrills her a little.

"As pretty as you look in this dress, take it off."

Megan sits on the edge of Y/n's bed, inexplicably marking her territory. She leans back and presses her palms into the bed, patiently waiting for her personal show to start. Y/n has been exposed and bare in front of people before, but this feels like she's stripping down to her soul. Even after years of being apart she harbors such crazy feelings of resentment and jealousy of Megan, yet she follows her instructions as if she's authority, something Megan knows Y/n likes.

She pulls the straps of her dress down her shoulder until it becomes loose enough to let fall to the ground. On a whim she decided to wear a matching bra and underwear set, the kind that you'd wear on a sexy date. Y/n was not expecting to get lucky or anything but perhaps the universe knew something she didn't.

"Keep going," Megan encourages, not afraid to hide her own excitement. Only a thin layer of material separates her eyes from what they want to see. She can always appreciate a beautiful body and pretty face even if she hadn't thought of you sexually before tonight.

Once the set comes off, Y/n knows there is no turning back from this moment, yet she goes through with it. She completely undresses herself and stands naked for Megan.

"Come here," she's almost on the verge of begging.

Y/n walks up to her and between her legs. Megan's hand wraps around her waist and their lips meet again, but this time in a much more slow, controlled kiss. Megan can't keep her hands to herself when she has this much access to Y/n. She reaches up and gropes her breast, causing Y/n to moan until she's breaking the kiss to throw her head back. Megan takes the opportunity to take Y/n's nipple in her mouth and suck on it harshly until it hardens in her mouth.

"Fuck!" Y/n's moan is more than a whine. She has to remind herself to keep her voice down, but it's hard when Megan alternates to the other breast and does the same thing.

Her body is soft, and most importantly pliant, under Megan's touch. To see Y/n fold so easily gives Megan an ego boost. All the complaining Y/n probably did to her mother about having to share this room is now null and void simply because she has her titties in her mouth. Sometimes the most up-tight people are the easiest.

"I bet your fucking wet. You've probably been wet since you started yelling at me. What gets you off more? Trying to show you're in control or being told what to do?"

It feels impossible for Y/n to answer that, but isn't it obvious at this point? Megan slips her hand between Y/n's legs and can feel how she's soaking wet. Even just a simple brush of her fingers against her folds is enough to tell an entire story. Y/n moans loudly at the small touch, making Megan smirk.

"Ride my thigh. Get yourself on me."

Y/n doesn't hesitate. She lowers herself down like an obedient girl and starts humping Megan's leg with abandon. Her sloppy rhythm and how tight she grips onto Megan's shoulder gives her completely away. Megan groans at the feeling of Y/n's wetness warming her bare thigh. The slipperiness helps Y/n grind better, but she's so wet that it disrupts some of the friction. Still, it feels so fucking good.

Megan pulls down her own dress to reveal her bare tits. She grabs one and leads it to Y/n's mouth where she latches on without being told to do so.

"Good fucking girl," Megan spits harshly, biting into her bottom lip as she savors the warm feeling of Y/n's wet mouth on her tits.

They're definitely a sight to see; one desperate girl humping her bully's thigh whilst sucking on her tits. Y/n can't bring herself to give a fuck about the past dynamics between the two when everything feels this good and overwhelming. She's never been so needy that she had to grind herself against someone's thigh to get off. It's all so new and thrilling for her that it overwhelms her completely. She cums faster than she'd like to, but it's an orgasm that's hard and leaves her shaking. The amount of arousal left on Megan's thigh doesn't go unnoticed.

"Fuck, just like that! Keep cumming on my thigh baby!"

Y/n kept grinding until she had nothing left to give. Her energy quickly depleted after her orgasm to the point Megan grabs onto her hips and forces her to keep grinding. Even though her cunt is overstimulated, she doesn't want the moment to end, or at least she doesn't want to be the one to tap out.

"M-Megan," Y/n can barely get her name out; it sounds more like shaky syllables than someone's name.

She stares through the camera's viewfinder as her finger glosses over the zoom button so she can get a better view of the slick that covers her bare thigh. The old camcorder picks up Y/n’s soft grunts as she drags her sex against her girlfriend’s thigh. Her pussy was so wet and throbbing that Dua could feel it. She keeps a hand on her hip to keep guiding her to keep going and to not slow down at all.

“Look how desperate you are,” she teases before kissing Y/n’s collar bone. Y/n is whimpering so much so Dua knows it must feel good.

Dua is turned on feeling how wet she is. Her desperation is palpable and she’s so glad that she decided to capture this on her old, rickety camera.

“Fuck baby it feels so good,” Y/n whines. She grips hard onto Dua’s shoulder to move her hips faster. Her clit rolls over Dua’s thigh and every so often her folds pull back and her most sensitive parts are stimulated. She cries out every time it happens and it’s overwhelming but she keeps going because the feeling is nearly addicting. She’s grinding herself down hard and moving her hips fast. Dua just feels so conceited knowing that she doesn’t even have to touch her girlfriend for her to become a moaning mess.

“Keep using me baby…use me to get yourself off,” Dua encourages.

Dua zooms out to capture the two of them in frame, but she’s so mesmerized by Y/n’s ass moving that she doesn’t look anywhere else, just on the view of her ass in the large mirror in front of the bed. Even as Y/n’s nails dig into the sensitive flesh of her shoulder, she can’t seem to pull her eyes away. The swirl of Y/n’s hips is hypnotizing.

She whispers into Y/n’s ear, “feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It feels so fucking good,” she moans breathily.

Dua kisses the side of her face which makes Y/n whimper again. Her hot kiss has her reeling and she focuses on the feeling of her soft lips pressed against her skin. Her consistently brush against Dua’s shirt which makes them hard and more sensitive as time goes on.

Y/n’s moments get faster but it causes her hips to stutter a few times. She’s so close, but Dua doesn’t want her to slow down just because she’s getting tired. “Almost there baby,” she whispers to her again. Her grip on Y/n’ hip tightens and she forces her to keep the same energy from before. Her moans grow louder as Dua helps her reach her high.

“C’mon baby…you’re dripping everywhere — I know you’re close. I want you to cum for me, princess.”

Ryujin looks down at her best friend, Y/n, on her knees and half-naked. She can feel her hard nipples grazing her thigh as she bobs her head up and down on the cock that's eventually going to be filling her up. It feels surreal to see her best friend of several years down on her knees, doing her best to put on a good show for her, but it was a long time coming. Endless flirting written off as just being "friendly" and lingering touches would let anyone know that the two had more than just platonic feelings for each other.

But, when Y/n approached her best friend and asked her to show her a "thing or two" before fully admitting that she wanted to be dominated, it was completely out of left field. Ryujin was at a lost for words from Y/n's request. It was bold of her to just outright say it, but Ryujin was bolder and she was going to rise to the occasion. Still though, it was a bit hard to be "mean" to her best friend despite Y/n asking for that treatment. Ryujin has no problem calling her a slut or a whore, but feels a bit weary about degrading her. No matter how hard she sucked the strap and held the wild look in her eyes, Ryujin couldn't bring herself to call her something like a 'bitch'.

Her best friend looks up at her and meets her eye. The look in her eye is one mixed with excitement and lust. When Y/n said that she's "she's never done this before", Ryujin was ready to just get her naked and fuck her with her tongue and then have her best friend return the favor. However her friend was ambitious and wanted to take things further and have Ryujin use some of her toys on her. Her friend had talked about the collection she has and used on previous girls which left a feeling similar to jealousy to simmer inside of Y/n. Ryujin will never forget the way Y/n's eyes kept glossing over her strap-on and eventually becoming fixed on it when she pulled it out. In that moment, a devious feeling arose inside of her and she knew by the end of the night she needed to see her best friend take the cock inside of her and cream all over it.

Ryujin has Y/n bent over her bed, spread open and dripping wet.

"Sucking me off got you that wet?" Ryujin teases. Y/n whimpers at the teasing that squeezes her heart. Ryujin doesn't say much, but the way she handles her, gripping her arms roughly, makes Y/n feel like her best friend's personal fuck doll. She feels the tip poking at her hole before it slides in.

Ryujin doesn't hold back on her poor pussy either. She holds Y/n's arms to use as leverage to really pound into her best friend. Y/n is facedown in the bed and crying into it. Ryujin's roommates aren't home, but she doesn't want the neighbors to hear her pathetic sobs of pleasure. Ryujin, on the other hand, has other plans and she grabs Y/n's hair and pulls her face out of the bed.

"No, no -- let me hear you baby. I want everyone in the building to hear you getting fucked like you wanted to be fucked. You begged and begged for this like a slut so you don't get to be shy."

The pent up tension and small annoyances of the week came out in aggression. Ryujin's hips snap hard against Y/n's ass which makes her skin jiggle and creates a loud clapping noise. Y/n's pussy is covering her strap in the prettiest white cream and Ryujin's pace nearly falters when she first lays her eyes upon. But, she keeps herself strong and she keeps going. She feels so much power fucking her best friend like this, especially knowing that Y/n is enjoying it so much. She gets to watch her pussy grip the strap as it slides in and out of her pussy. There is no doubt that it's stretching her out too.

"Cum for me, slut."

“We’re not going to get caught. There is no one in this parking lot besides us.”

Y/n and Amala stumbled out of the club together, kissing each other and letting the alcohol get to their heads. Amala knew they were not going to be able to make it home without putting their hands all over each other, so the best option was for them to have some fun in the back of their car. Sometimes Y/n liked to act like she was so vanilla and that Amala’s suggestions were outlandish, but Amala could read on her face that Y/n was more interested than she let on. This situation was no different. She told Amala to stop in that weak, whiny voice that always really meant yes. Y/n liked to play hard to get sometimes, but Amala knew what buttons to press.

The taboo nature of what they were doing was secretly turning Y/n on. This was the closest they have gotten to doing anything sexual in public. Despite feeling like she should be embarrassed, she found herself spreading her legs wider for her girlfriend and giving her all the access she needs.

“Good girl,” Amala purred in her ear.

The thin, lacy material of her thong was the only thing that seperated Y/n from Amala. She liked to think that after the club, Y/n was going to undress herself and surprise Amala with something sexy like lingerie or just her in her lace underwear. They had been grinding on each other in the club, getting hot and heavy, so it was very likely that they were going to go home and fuck each other’s brains out until all of the sexual tension had dripped off of their bodies in the form of sweat.

Y/n’s breath hitched when she felt Amala palming her breast through her dress. She picked out a strapless dress for the night. Little did she know that it would come in handy later on in the night. She eagerly pulled down the top of her own dress, exposing her breast and her hardened nipples. Amala rolled one of her nipples between two of her fingers, eliciting a gasp from Y/n. She placed her lips back on the sweet skin of her neck.

Amala loved to see Y/n squirm, that’s why she always liked to be the one dominating her instead of the other way around. Y/n was just so reactive and pliant, coming off as shy but something similar to a sex kitten in the bedroom. Amala was also way more freakier than Y/n which made it easier for her to take control. She loved to tease, much to Y/n’s announcement, but it was so fun for Amala.

She pushed Y/n’s panties to the side so her fingers could slide right into her girlfriend’s wet, warm cunt. Y/n couldn’t hold back her whimpers when she felt herself being filled. She grabbed onto Amala’s hand and helped her push her fingers deeper into. She began to whimper about how good it felt and her eagerness made Amala feel super smug about what she can reduce her girlfriend to. She watched her while looking away, not even when she heard distant noises outside of the car. The parking lot was full of cars but everyone inside were either too busy being on the dancefloor or knee-deep in bottles to even consider going home. And if someone just so happened to walk by, then they’d be getting on hell of a show.

“You like that baby?” Amala leaned in closer so her nose was barely prodding against Y/n’s cheek. “You like me filling that needy pussy up with my fingers? You like how I can make you feel so good?”

Y/n couldn’t see past her blurry vision so she just closed her eyes. She simply nodded her head in response to Amala. She was enjoying this much more than she expected. There was a sense of thrill that ran through her when she thought about being caught. It wouldn’t stop Amala if someone were to catch them, but she still thought about how it would go down. Maybe she had a kink for being watched by strangers as she got off and she just didn’t know it. Or, maybe she got off on risky situations. Amala’s fingers felt better in her than they ever felt before and she was sure that semi-public sex was her newfound obsession.

She feels a bout of new sensations although the fingers inside of her are so familiar to her. Her body feels extremely light instead of so heavy due to the crazy amount of lust that filled her. Amala had gotten her all hot and wet with her teasing in the club and now her fingers were egging her on, encouraging her to let go and feel all the pleasure she deserves to feel.

Amala’s fingers hit a spot in her that made her jump.

“Fuck!” She yelped, filling the car with something other than her squelching cunt. “Oh my god I’m going to cum!”

Her walls clenched around Amala’s fingers and she came. Y/n expected her girlfriend to slow down and eventually pull her fingers out, but she continued with her speedy pace. Y/n wanted to ask her what she was doing, but she was rendered speechless by her orgasm prolonging and turning into another session. She could cum again so soon if she really wanted to, but she held back so she wouldn’t overwhelm herself.

“Do my fingers feel good inside of you?”

Amala smirks when Y/n simply nods her head. She’d be over the moon if she was able to make Amala squirt, not caring if it were to stain the seats in her car; it’d be a reminder of this night. Y/n would probably burn in embarrassment if she squirted, but her controlling body didn’t care. All her pussy cared about was the proding fingers of Amala that reached her inner depths.

Y/n felt tempted to reach down and touch her clit. But the moment she did, her body jerked very hard and she had another orgasm.

“I didn’t even have to do much to get that one out of you,” Amala teased. It had only been a minute and a few seconds since her last orgasm. Y/n’s pussy was completely wet and sopping around her fingers. “Naughty girl.”

Amala greedily watched her fingers disappear in Y/n’s tight pussy. If they had enough space and she actually cleaned out the backseat of her car, she’d make Y/n lay down and she’d eat her pussy until Y/n was gushing against her face. She could always do that when they got home though, bend her over the island in their kitchen and eat her pussy from behind while Y/n begs for more. Heat began to rise in Amala’s chest and her arousal was pooling between her legs. She squeezed them together to get some sort of relief, but she wanted to focus on Y/n more than anything right now.

“Cum for me again. I know you have it in you and I’m not going to stop until you do.”

Those words were daunting to Y/n, but she still continued to push for more. She ignored how her mind told her that it was experiencing too much. Her cunt still gripped her girlfriend’s fingers indicating that it could readily withstand another orgasm. Amala sped up the movement of her fingers. Y/n wasn’t cumming so quickly this time as she had to continue to pump into her past the one minute mark. Despite being slightly annoyed, she loved to hear these desperate noises from her girlfriend.

“I’m gonna cum!” Y/n finally cried out. But something in Amala had nagged at her to not give her what she wanted.

Amala pulled her fingers out of Y/n’s sensitive pussy the moment she was on the edge, earning a loud, drawn out whine from her girlfriend.

“Aht. Don’t complain,” Amala whispered in her ear as she filled Y/n’s pussy back up again. She was going to have fun with this, making this a little game for herself. Watching Y/n get flustered and then fall back into her state of pleasure believing she was going to get what she deserved was a bout evil, but a good evil time.

Y/n was a bit clueless to the game. She just thought it was a one time thing, to tease her, but then Amala kept bringing her closer and closer, only to thwart her every single time. It only made things worse when Amala told her to rub her clit while she fingered her. A rush coursed through her as she rubbed circles into her clit, but it just made the edging even worse when Amala forced her to stop. Sometimes Amala wouldn’t even pull out all the way, she’d just slow down to a torturous pace.

“Tell me why I should let you cum?” Amala taunted.

She moved her fingers out of Y/n, but made her girlfriend continue to rub her clit slowly. Amala is annoyed with how long it’s taking for Y/n to tell her how good it feels. The cries of pleasure already give her away. She grabs Y/n’s wrist forcefully and pulls her hand away from her clit.

“I said tell me.” She’s met with a whimper, but Y/n finally gives in.

“It feels so good! I want to cum so bad!” She finally chokes out. It’s somewhat enough to satisfy Amala, but she’s tortured her for far too long now.

Amala places Y/n’s hand back on her clit and her fingers are inside of her again. Y/n feels like she’s going to explode from all the pent up frustration and tension that she was not allowed to release for the past five-ish minutes. Going from nothing to so much at once was overwhelming her to the point where she could no longer control her body. Her hips bucked in the passenger seat of the car. She tried not to move too much since there wasn’t much space, but it really wasn’t up to her what her body decided to do.

Amala felt Y/n’s walls constrict around her fingers again and she had a choice. From the cries that fell from her lips, it was obvious that she was once again close to cumming. After all the teasing and taunting, she could just give her girlfriend what she so desperately wants. Or, she could keep up her little game for her own gratification. The need to please was great, but her meaner side was much louder.

Tears welled in her eyes when Y/n felt Amala pull out again. She almost threw a temper tantrum like a child, whining and thrashing her seat.

The Pink Pepper was born just ten years before she was. Her father, having grown up in the 60s and 70s always wanted his own version of The Trip and the Paradise Garage. He held onto that wish for more than a decade and even after he got married and had a kid. It was a staple in the family, but it was never something Y/n looked at with admiration in her eyes. Her brother, on the other hand, bragged about being the future owner and taking over the family business. Their father had his sights set on turning over the owner's key to him as soon as he turned 21.

But, no one was expecting Mark to want to become a lawyer. His father owning a club where notable acts had performed was a great way to brag in high school, but the moment he turned 18 he switched up overnight. Y/n was more mad than anyone else because that meant her father was going to turn to her, and Y/n just can't say no to anyone.

And, that's how she ended up here with the owner's key stuffed in her bra and a cold drink in hand. She hadn't even hit her mid 20s yet she oversaw everything. Having this business blatantly handed to her made her head spin. She shadowed her father for a good three years before he completely retired. Y/n figured it wasn't all that bad since she didn't have a clue what she wanted to do after high school. More schooling after the four years she had sounded brutal. This gave her something to do while she figures out what she wants to do for the rest of her life. The Pink Pepper may be a family thing, but she can't see herself doing this when she hits her 30s. Maybe they can find a long lost cousin whose dream was to always own a music club. But, for tonight it's just Y/n.

Tonight’s act was on stage doing a soundcheck. Y/n was not in charge of what acts get booked, something that was one of her father's favorite things to do. She let one of her father's long-time partners book the acts as he knew the vibe of this club better than her. She would of course welcome every band and opening act with open arms. She also had wandering eyes and a nasty habit. The first rule of a job is to not sleep with your co-workers, but there isn't a rule against sleeping with band members.

She just couldn't help her — she was like a kid in the candy. Someone in a band, often tall and very charismatic, would come to her after a show, a light sheen of sweat on their body, and talk her up. It felt like a win-win situation because they'll be gone by the morning and she doesn't have to worry about the awkwardness of seeing them again. She didn't know if she would get so lucky this week. Tonight's band is Maneskin; it's written on the venue's letter board and on the gig posters on the wall. It was another band she hadn't heard of that wouldn't stop her from getting lucky tonight.

"Doors open at 6 tonight, Y/n," Frank, her father's long-time business partner, reminds her. She absentmindedly nods her head as she watches the band get in a song or two for practice. Her eyes are scanning over them like they're prey. It's rare that she has this many options, but her eyes keep falling on the blonde. She sticks out like a sore thumb because she's the only woman in the band. Her face is missing the heavy make-up that she has on in the posters. Also missing was the flamboyant get up. Y/n was surprised she has never heard of them since they're similar to other bands that have played here before. They looked like they stepped right out of the 1970s; her father would love them.

"Okay. I have something to take care of before we open, so you won't see me until the house lights go dark."

The kind thing to do, what Y/n always does, is introduce herself to the band before they're coming off the stage like a sweaty mess. Today she won't have time to do that, but she heard the band will be sticking around after the show for quite some time. She assumes that they'll want booze and have a few girls coming backstage like every other band that rolls through town and performs at The Pink Pepper.

Y/n's concentration was hazy as she tried to finish up some things before tonight's concert. Her mind was in the gutter as imagined, ending the night with warm skin gliding across each other and moans of pleasure. It's been so long since she's gotten off and tonight had to be the night or else she was going to explode. She had her eye on the lead singer, but they're always harder to get to since they usually get snatched up by some woman who is dedicated to the life of chasing after rock stars. Every time she weighed her options, her mind kept going back to the blonde bassist. There was something striking about her even in her plainclothes as she practiced. Y/n wondered how it would be to kiss, and how it would be underneath.

She was disrupted from her thoughts when there was a knock at her office door.

"Show's about to start!" She heard from the other side of the door. She doesn't necessarily have to go up and watch the show, but what could she possibly accomplish when there's loud music and she's hornier than a hormonal teenager? Her only option was to go out there and enjoy the show with the rest of the crowd.

-

Loud, hot, and sexy.

Y/n was in awe watching the band she never heard of work their magic on stage. They had the audience moving and under some sort of trance. She herself couldn't escape from it either and she instantly understood the hype of this group. The venue was completely filled, the show selling out in a matter of minutes. Even just a few seconds of interacting with them before they went on had Y/n wanting more. The lead singer was very charming, so it wasn't hard to see how he could command a crowd in the way that he does.

"Don't enjoy yourself too much," Frank says in her ear over the music, "this place is going to be a mess afterwards! I already saw two people leave beer cans on the ground! So don't get yourself into trouble like you like to do!"

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes at the nagging she was on the receiving end of. Frank was similar to her father and she considers him like an uncle. He knows that Y/n likes to do more than just say hello to the band after the show is over. He usually leaves before 11 and leaves the rest to the younger people on the crew.

Yes, the venue will be a mess, but that's what the day after the concert is for. Everyone is usually too tired to do anything other than a half-assed job. That's not something she's concerned with right now. She can't pull her eyes away from the stage, particularly the blonde bassists. Y/n hoped to get a chance to speak to her tonight. They have quite the entourage with them, but that never discouraged Y/n.

Security had to deal with a few rowdy patrons, but other than night, the night went great. The crowd loved every moment and Y/n enjoyed herself too. It's rare for a night to go this smoothly. There is always something that pops up that changes everything, whether it's big or small. She hoped that things would go smoothly for her too when she joins the band backstage. She checks on the workers at the bar and watches as the stage crew begins to strike the stage before she heads backstage.

The waiting lounge was filled with people. Many of the faces were familiar, having come with the band earlier today, but there were some new faces. Y/n found herself lingering at the entrance of the lounge, almost a little bit afraid of joining in on their fun. Usually she fits right in with the bands that play, but for some reason she just observes them from afar. She hasn't been doing this for too long, so this group of people left a great impression on her. She's never considered joining a band (she doesn't find herself to be musical at all despite most of the members of her family being musicians), nor has she wanted to tour the world, but something about this specific set of people make those things enticing to her. She wouldn't make as much as she does now being a tour roadie, but why is she considering it just to get close to this band?

"Oops, I'm sorry!"

Y/n didn't even realize someone had bumped into her, she was deep in her thoughts and was swimming in them. The guy looks remorseful, but he did her a favor by bumping into her, he brought her back to reality.

"It's fine. It's my fault for standing in the way like a statue she jokes," she takes in his appearance and instantly recognizes him once her senses fully come back to her. He's the band's drummer. He was shirtless and the light beading of sweat on his skin made him glisten a little bit. Y/n felt like she was in high school again talking to her crush. "I was in the way," she says with a stupid laugh, "it's my fault."

"No, I wasn't paying attention at all, it's my fault," he says with a warm smile. Y/n quite honestly doesn't care about an apology, she just wants to stare at his face. His ruined makeup is giving her ideas that she shouldn't be having. "I'm Ethan," he says as he extends her hand.

"Y/n," she responds as she takes his sweaty palm and shakes it.

"Y/n [Y/l/n]? You own the place, right?" He sounded like he was impressed, but Y/n doesn't think owning The Pink Pepper is more impressive than touring the world in a famous band.

"Sort of. It was my father's and now it's my responsibility. I'm kind of just like a nepotism baby," she attempts to make a joke but she instantly hits herself mentally. She's a grown woman, why is her brain short-circuiting just because she's standing in front of someone who's very attractive.

"I'm sure you're not," he reassures her. "The venue is amazing; a very homey feel to it but that's the best part about it. Thanks for letting my band play here tonight."

"It's no problem. The talent buyer was very adamant about getting Maneskin on our stage. He said he slaved over getting you guys here."

"It means the world to us," he says with a warm smile before turning his head to look at the people gathered in the lounge. Y/n can't help but stare at how his hair cascades over his shoulder. Her weakness for men in long hair is turning her into a complete mess. "Come and grab a drink with us," he offers as he points to the mini-bar that keeps many musicians satisfied when they come to play here.

"Oh I shouldn't," she says as she waves him off. She shouldn't, but that has never stopped Y/n before. It's almost a tradition for her to get plastered with the band after a show, but she hesitates right now. It's completely out of character for her to deny any invitations to join the after party.

"C'mon," he grabs her hand and guides her towards the bar without waiting for him to deny him again. Y/n doesn't protest, too surprised by his bold actions, but a smile spreads over her face.

He parses through the small group of people gathered around the other members and to the bar.

"What kind of girl are you? Whiskey, Vodka? Tequila?"

"I'll just have a cranberry spritzer," it wasn't her usual choice seeing that Y/n actually liked to drink with the bands that play the venue, but she felt too nervous to be drinking right now.

"You sure?"

The last thing Y/n wanted to do is come across as boring for not drinking tonight but she nods her head yes.

"Early morning tomorrow," she explains.

"Suit yourself," he says as he begins pouring his own drink.

For the first time in a long time, Y/n was feeling out of place. She can't relate to any of these musicians that swing by and play at The Pink Pepper but she felt like an intruder and she couldn't understand why. She scans the room and sees the other members, Damiano on the couch and the guitarist she has yet to meet next to him. Damiano and Thomas are in sight, and Ethan is right here in front of her, but notably missing is that blonde bassist. Y/n didn't catch her name yet nor has she formally met her. Her eyes wandered around the room to look for her. She probably looks distracted to Ethan, but he doesn't notice. He's talking to her and Y/n feels a little bit bad about not being totally focused on him. He's cute, gorgeous actually, but her mind is occupied with someone else.

Y/n has to snap herself out of her thoughts and keep herself grounded. Ethan talks to her for another 30 minutes before he's whisked away by someone else. He was very sweet, flirting with her heavily, but Y/n seemed fairly oblivious. He promised to catch up with her later in the night, but Y/n was beginning to feel exhausted. It's rare, but sometimes she feels embarrassed by her efforts to get close to someone in a band just to have one night of fun with them. She was feeling weirdly out of place when earlier she felt confident going into the night.

It was easy to slink away from everyone else when they were distracted. However, she was stopped dead in her tracks when she almost ran into someone.

"Shit!"

"I'm sorry!"

Y/n felt so clumsy tonight, just bumping and running into everyone. After pulling herself together she realizes it's the blonde from the band.

"I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry," she says with an apologetic smile. The first thing Y/n notices about her is her thick accent. Then her eyes move up and down to look at her outfit. Y/n felt a little shameless just ogling her right in front of her face; she just couldn't help it.

"I'm just super clumsy today," Y/n says with a nervous laugh, "I keep bumping into our guest for the night."

"This place is great, we really enjoyed playing here," she says on a whim and it makes Y/n's skin heat up. She usually plays coy when someone compliments the venue, but the presence of a pretty girl made her want to show off a little bit.

"It's a great place, my father invested a lot into this place and he had many great acts playing on that stage. I was thrilled when he asked me to take over the family business," she's lying through her teeth but she has told bigger lies to get laid.

"That's wonderful."

A blanket of silence falls over them which makes the atmosphere feel awkward. The blonde shifts on her heels while Y/n looks around the room. She feels like a bad party hostess not being able to come up with something to say, but now that she's in front of her, she realizes just how pretty she really is.

"I didn't get to formally introduce myself to the band earlier which is a pity," she says quickly to gain control of the situation, "I usually do, but I got caught up with some stuff. My name is Y/n, the owner."

"Victoria, the bassist."

She extends her and Y/n takes it. She stares down at where the skin meets and can't help but lick her bottom lip. She was becoming hot all of sudden.

"Victoria, that's a nice name. My cousin's name is Victoria," Y/n doesn't even have any girl cousins, she's just lying to not look like a shy idiot.

"Your name is pretty too. Pretty name for a pretty person."

There was something about all four members that were so charming. The accents definitely helped, and for some reason so did the messy eyeliner. Y/n was absolutely charmed by Victoria, but she has been since the soundcheck, she admits to herself.

"I caught the soundcheck, and the concert, you guys sounded great at both."

"What did you think? I'm dying to know your opinion. You say we sounded great, but I'm curious to know if you really enjoyed it or if you just say that to every band member that comes to town."

Victoria was teasing Y/n and she was good at her. She made her feel like she was being interrogated but the smile on her face was extremely playful. Y/n felt like she was experiencing whiplash just talking to her. Never does she stumble over her words like such an idiot. The situation is only made worse when Victoria unbuttons her blazer and reveals her bedazzled crop top. It was so hot in the lounge that Y/n's mouth was dry and she didn't blame Victoria for wanting to peel the layers off.

"I enjoyed it. I really did. Every second of it."

Y/n was not looking Victoria directly in the eyes, nor was she even looking at her face. Her eyes were trained on the bare skin of her chest and the sweat that was cooling. She was in a similar condition to Ethan which wasn't surprising since they shared the stage together. Y/n felt dirty and that shameless side of her was beginning to dredge up.

"Hmm, that's good to hear," she hums. That smile has never left her face and it haunts Y/n. Y/n has seen hundreds of bands come through since her father would actually let her in the venue and never has she felt so intimidated. It was usually easier than this, but also at the same time she's never been so attracted to the person she had set her sights on for the night. Victoria just feels so different, so fresh, from what Y/n is used to. She's usually handled with a lack of care and just an object for fun. She takes responsibility for putting herself in situations like that but she's just searching for fun too. "Did you talk to Ethan about the show?" Victoria continued, forcing Y/n to bring her eyes up to her face at the mention of the drummer's name.

"No...no. He just walked with me to the mini bar and offered to make me a drink, but I declined."

"You don't drink?"

"I do, I just wasn't feeling it tonight."

Victoria nods her head in acceptance of her answer.

The burning question that hangs over their head makes Y/n uncomfortable. Victoria is now leaning against the wall and staring directly at Y/n with all of the confidence in the world while she looks away as if she's a shy little girl. Victoria can tell that this is not Y/n's usual nature. She can feel it just by the way Y/n dresses and how she carries herself when she walks around the venue or when she comes into the lounge.

"Yeah, I saw you with Ethan at the bar. He seemed into you."

"Really? I didn't notice."

Y/n did notice, but she just doesn't want to talk about him at the moment, not with Victoria right in front of her. She was more concerned with if Victoria was trying to flirt with her and she is leaning towards yes. Victoria was able to read through Y/n's awful poker face. For a moment there she thought that Ethan was going to get lucky with Y/n, but then she walked away from him. Victoria swooped in to have her chance.

"He was all over you," Victoria reminded her. "I thought you were going to kiss him." Her voice is light as she speaks, as if she's just joking, but she isn't.

Victoria is exaggerating, Y/n is sure of it. Yes, Ethan was really friendly and talkative but he didn't get close to her, not as close as Victoria is to her now. Y/n feels like she's being tested and that causes her to rise to the occasion; she always becomes energized in the face of a challenge.

"He's cute, but not my type," at least not her type for tonight.

"Then what is your type if Ethan isn't?"

"I'm not into him, I'm into you."

A tinge of pink lights Victoria's cheeks up and it's not because of the heat. Coincidentally the little bit of alcohol she had was beginning to get to her at the same moment Y/n made her confession.

"Is that so?" Y/n nods her head in response and Victoria hums. She looks around to see if anyone, her bandmates included, are observing the two. Everyone is caught up in their own thing and Victoria is surprised by how loud a room of 15 people can get. Now is the perfect time to ask, "is there another room for us to go to?"

-

There are 4 other green rooms in the building that are much smaller and private than the main lounge. However, Y/n takes Victoria to her office. There was just something so fun about hooking up in the place where she does business instead of on one of the old couches or a stuffy tour bus.

"Damn," Victoria nearly jumped when Y/n began pushing stuff off of her desk but her breath was quickly caught by Y/n kissing her again. The mix of alcohol and flavored chapstick was enough to make the both of them dizzy. Y/n blindly grabbed at her while Victoria was much more intentional. Muffled moans and grunts fill the room as Victoria pushes Y/n back to urge her to sit on top of the desk. Y/n complies, never letting her lips break apart from Victoria's. Her skin felt on fire — her whole body felt that way too. It's so much fun to be able to her way but it's so much sweeter with Victoria.

Y/n doesn't want to stop moving her lips against the soft pink ones but she can't help it as her body is desperate for some air. A deep breath from her is followed by a gasp when Victoria doesn't miss a beat and plants her face in her neck and begins kissing the sensitive skin. Y/n groans and throws her head back feeling those spots get nipped at when she's desired intimate touch for so long. She can't remember the last time she has gotten laid but thank God tonight is different. She places her hand on the back of Victoria's head and plants her face deeper. Victoria's tongue darts out and licks Y/n's skin. It was damn near sparkling from the light in the lounge and she wanted to get a taste of it so bad when they were out there. Victoria had so much restraint when she was in a room with her bandmates and tour personnel, but now that her and Y/n are alone she can have her anyway she wants.

"Fuck...that feels so good."

Y/n was so turned on it almost hurt. She arches her body to press herself harder against Victoria. She snuck her hand under the blazer and touched the exposed skin of her waist. Her entire get-up was hot but Y/n wants to see her naked so bad. Her hands slip down between the two to play with the zipper of her pants. Victoria giggles against her skin, leaving one loud kiss before pulling away.

"I'm supposed to be the one undressing you."

Victoria pushes her hands out of the way and begins unbuttoning Y/n's blouse herself. One by one they come undone to reveal Y/n's bra. Victoria pushes the black fabric off of her shoulders so Y/n is completely topless. She wastes no time reaching her arms around to unbutton the bra, exposing Y/n completely. Y/n gasps when the cool air hits her skin and her nipples become embarrassingly hard. She never gets the proper chance to react with Victoria because that warm, wet mouth of hers is attaching itself to her right nipple.

"Oh god...just like that," Y/n coos.

It's such a simple pleasure yet she feels like she's going to cum already. Victoria pays attention to the details of Y/n's body and what gets her going. She spends her time sucking on the sensitive bud before grazing it lightly with her teeth. She uses her other hand to tease the left nipple and grope her breast. She slobbers all over Y/n's flesh, making them messy. Y/n can't believe how needy the blonde is as she gets Y/n all wet and messy; though she's not complaining about that whatsoever. Victoria switches to the other nipple and gives it the same attention. But when she takes the flesh between her teeth this time, she slightly pulls at it. Y/n winces from the slight bout of pain that shoots through her. It's like little sparks are frying her nerves.

Victoria pushes against Y/n until her back is against the wooden desk. The cold top stings against her back. Victoria doesn't move her mouth away from Y/n's tits at all. She switches over to the left one again but this time sucks on the skin of her breast instead of the nipple. That wild look in her eyes and the harsh sucking of her mouth proves that she wants to leave a mark on Y/n. She's territorial, even if this is just for one night.

Seconds later she pops her skin out of her mouth with an audible sound that echoes in the room. She kisses between Y/n's breasts and creates a trail of kisses straight down her body. Every single kiss feels like a flutter. Y/n arches her back when Victoria gets closer and closer to her jean-covered pelvis. She lets out a giggle when Victoria kisses a particularly ticklish. The blonde looks up at her with almost a goofy smile before giving her skin one last kiss.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" Victoria's voice is nearly a whisper but Y/n hears her loud and clear. The blonde begins to undo the button and zipper of her jeans to get her completely naked. "You act so shy, but I know this isn't your first time doing this. You're not innocent, but you're holding back for me — it's cute." She pulls her jeans down her legs and Y/n is left only in her panties, but not for long as Victoria hooks her fingers in the elastic and begins to pull them down. As she makes Y/n completely nude, she continues, "but, I'll bring out that wild side in you."

Y/n holds her breath when Victoria's wet tongue glides along her slick folds. She tries so hard not to make a noise in fear of someone hearing them, but Victoria is doing her best to hear her whimpering and moaning. Her tongue lashes at Y/n's clit before she's giving it long licks. Her tongue is teasing but that's only because she wants to see the version of Y/n that likes to take control; it's trapped inside of her but she knows it's there.

Nimble fingers run through her hair before Victoria feels nails grazing her scalp. Y/n pushes them in a little bit deeper causing slight pain. Victoria hums against Y/n's sex from the pain and it makes Y/n moan louder. She makes a mental note of how Y/n seems to like the mix of pleasure with pain. Victoria places her hands on Y/n's inner thigh before raking her own fingernails against her sensitive skin. The sensation makes her shiver. "Again," she calls out and Victoria does it again just like Y/n asked for.

Y/n's hands fly to her nipples and she pinches them to continue that sensation of pain coursing through her body. Her clit throbs against Victoria's tongue and she feels like she's going to cum already. It would be embarrassing to already gush against her mouth, but she knows what she's doing.

"You're mouth...you're mouth," Y/n whimpers as she struggles to get the words out. She's seeing stars; white hot and so warm.

Two fingers prod at her entrance before sliding in with so much ease due to how slick her cunt is right now. Y/n moans louder and her thighs nearly trap Victoria between them. Victoria looks up and sees the utter bliss on Y/n's face. She can't help but get an ego boost from the sight of her like this; her mouth open with small moans somehow escaping. Her tongue laves her sensitive clit as her fingers do most of the work inside of her pussy. Her walls are warm and delicate around Victoria's fingers and the blonde is loving the feeling of her fingers rubbing against Y/n's sweet spot. The thighs keeping her warm and fucking her hair up are trembling and Victoria is making it her mission to make Y/n cum within the next minute, or even in a less amount of time if she can.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!" Y/n cries out. Her brain turns to mush as she revels in total pleasure. No one, at least not in recent years that she can remember, has given her pussy this much attention. Victoria treats her like a precious fruit or coveted delicacy. Y/n doesn't know if Victoria hooks up often and if she treats all of them like this, but Y/n feels pretty lucky and special.

Victoria can tell that she's close. It becomes harder to pump her fingers in and out of Y/n without resistance but she still preserves. One little curl of her fingers and she's got Y/n hooked. The beauty beneath her is squirm as her orgasm hits her hard. She grabs onto the back of Victoria's head again and keeps her face buried in her dripping cunt. Victoria keeps fingering her through her orgasm. Her lips wrap around Y/n's clit and she sucks harshly which forces a strangled cry to crack from deep within Y/n's chest. Victoria is satisfied and she isn't even the one who got her pussy eaten.

Y/n can only handle so much before she's pushing Victoria's head away and clamping her thighs together, shutting them tight so the blonde could no longer have access. Victoria is somewhat worried about the action, but she quickly finds relief when Y/n roughly grabs her by the lapel of her blazer and drags her close to her body. Y/n's lips come crashing into hers and they begin to move their lips in an intoxicating dance. Y/n gets the full taste of herself off of Victoria's lips and it's so hot. She feels so turned on that she can go again despite just cumming a few seconds ago.

She hops off of her desk and walks Victoria backwards until she falls onto the couch in the office. It's not in the best shape, but it will get the job done for tonight.

Victoria is breathless from the kiss and Y/n doesn't give her a chance to catch her breath as she straddles her on the couch and captures her lips again. She wildly pushes the blazer off and tries to get the crop-top off without any problems. It's probably expensive, but Y/n doesn't care. She's desperate to feel Victoria's naked body against hers. Victoria begins to match her hunger and she's helping Y/n pull her own clothes off. The crop top comes off and soon enough she's shimming out of the pants that match her blazer.

"You taste so fucking good," Victoria comments on the one thing that was on her mind the whole time she was between Y/n's thighs. She tastes so sweet, something the blonde will always remember.

Y/n giggles against her lips before tugging at Victoria's panties. It took them a shorter amount of time to get Victoria naked versus getting Y/n naked earlier but that's because Victoria has awoken the beast inside of Y/n. Y/n doesn't waste anymore time hesitating or letting her nerves get the best of her. She slides her leg between Victoria's and places her pussy right on top of hers.

"Shit," Victoria moans only for a few seconds before Y/n is kissing her again.

Y/n moves and swirls her hips feverishly as the taste of herself on Victoria's lips becomes the most addicting thing she's ever tasted. She toys with Victoria's hard nipples as she rides her. Their bodies feel hot and sticky as their slick cunts roll over each other. There is something so primal and dirty about this that Y/n loves. Her tongue slides into Victoria's mouth as she kisses her like she's trying to claim her. Y/n touches her like she's possessive even though she's well aware that this is just for one night. But, she likes to pretend that this moment will last forever. She's become a pro at pretending.

"Y/n?"

The knock at the door startles them both, but it only slows down Y/n's movements instead of bringing them to a complete stop.

It was Frank outside of the door, probably looking for Y/n to take care of some pointless thing that can wait until the morning.

"Uh, yes?" Her voice almost cracks which would give her away instantaneously. This is not the first time she's been caught in the act, but right now it's just so much harder to control herself.

Victoria chuckles against her collar bone before sucking on her skin covering the bone. Y/n lets out a breathless sigh that can't be heard from the otherside of the door. She has her moans under control, she believes. That is until Victoria harshly grabs her hips and begins to grind their cunts together harder. Y/n brings her fist up to her mouth and bites down on it to muffle her moans as Frank's stark voice talks to her from the other side of the door. She doesn't even register what he's saying because Victoria is making her feel so damn good.

"I'll do it tomorrow," Y/n blurts out before muffling herself again.

"You sure? You might want to take care of it tonight."

"Tomorrow!" She says forcefully.

There was a grumble outside of the door, but then she heard the shuffling of feet away from the door. Y/n felt relieved but then she looked down at Victoria who had a devious look in her eyes.

"We almost got caught," Y/n whispers just to be cautious.

"I don't care," Victoria retorts and it was obvious that she didn't because her voice didn't lower in volume. Victoria has the completely unapologetic air around her that Y/n is a sucker for. She groans when Victoria begins to kiss her skin again and is grinding hard against her again.

The friction paired with the feeling of their slick thighs bumping together is delicious. Victoria's hard nipples poke into Y/n's skin with every single movement. It was hard to distinguish whether the room was getting hotter or if they had just captured each other's heat. Y/n finds Victoria so sexy and her touch so demanding. She is exhausted from the long day and her body is sensitive, but something keeps her going and she bets that it's Victoria's hand on her hip and moans that motivates her.

Victoria was getting close to reaching her high too. She couldn't stop looking at Y/n's face and the look of pure bliss that was on it. Victoria was almost jealous of her, she wanted that same bliss to spread throughout her entire body like it did for Y/n. It all felt so good and intoxicating. Her hips were moving absentmindedly. Her and Y/n were dripping and creating a mess of themselves. Everything was hot and sticky.

"I'm gonna cum again," Y/n whines in a bit of disbelief. Two orgasms in one night sounded like such a foreign idea to her, but it was happening. She couldn't believe it but that familiar feeling was stark in her belly.

"Good girl," Victoria coos, reaching up to grab Y/n's face to force her to look her right in the eyes. Y/n was speechless, her mouth hung open as she was caught in what felt like a fire in Victoria's gaze. "Cum for me again," Victoria continues.

She sets something off in Y/n, her orgasm triggered by the encouragement. She moans without any concern of getting caught. Her cries of pleasure fill the room. Victoria's orgasm follows soon after and she joins in with her to create a chorus of moans.

No matter how much it is, how overwhelming it is, they keep moving their hips until both are fully satiated. Y/n's legs feel so sore and she wonders if she'll be able to walk out of here normally. She gets off of Victoria and sits back on the opposite side of the couch trying to catch her breath. Victoria is giggling at the completely fucked-out look at her face.

"Was that good?" She asks as if she doesn't know what Y/n's answer is going to be.

"It was fucking amazing."

Y/n throws her head back as Victoria giggles. Her neck rests somewhat uncomfortably against the arm of the couch as she stares up at the ceiling. It must be pretty late and Victoria's bandmates are probably looking for her, but neither want this moment to end.

Victoria looks at the clock on the wall and it reads '1:17'. The band is supposed to be heading out soon. She hates to bring it up to spoil the moment, Y/n looks so relaxed right now, but she has to go soon. She stands up and begins to grab her clothes. Y/n watches her from her spot on the couch without saying a word. The writing is on the wall and she fully understands how the rest of the night is going to go. It always goes like this, but this time it feels much more bittersweet.

"I should probably head home," Y/n explains as if she's trying to make the situation less awkward, "I have to be back here early tomorrow morning."

"I had fun," a half-dressed Victoria says with a smile. She hands Y/n her pants as a kind gesture.

"Me too. I haven't had fun like that in ages."

"Same. I don't usually hook-up with anyone on the road, I'm usually too tired, but you fell into my lap and I couldn't pass you up."

Y/n averted her eyes from the blonde to hide the sheepish look on her face. She didn't want to feel special about being a hook-up, but she felt an intense feeling in her stomach after Victoria made her revelation.

"I don't have much time left here, but give me your phone. I'll put my number in your phone."

Y/n was slightly surprised at Victoria's request, but she obliged. She put the rest of her clothes on as Victoria saved herself as a contact in Y/n's phone. Realistically there was a slim chance that they would ever meet again, but Y/n holds onto the fact that there is a chance.

"I'm in there," Victoria says enthusiastically as she hands Y/n back her phone. Y/n takes it and gives her a curt nod. Victoria can sense a little hesitance in Y/n's movements. She doesn't want tonight to end so quickly either, but there is no other option; the band has another show two nights from now. "Hey," Victoria calls out to her before grabbing her hip. Y/n didn't know what to expect but she didn't expect a hug from the Blonde, nor did she expect her to kiss her. Usually the warmth of a hook-up ends when the clothes come back on.

Y/n holds onto the kiss as long as she can. She wants the minutes to pass, hours even. It feels so good and she doesn't think she'll ever forget the feeling of Victoria's lips on hers.

Victoria pulls away and rests her forehead against Y/n's.

"You have my number. Don't lose it, okay?"

Y/n simply just nods.

"Good girl."

Margot is not her mother, but she sure does act like it. She’s only been married to Y/n’s dad for two years however she acts like she has some authority over Y/n. Y/n doesn’t even know her like that considering her dad sprung her up out of nowhere. She was a freshman in college visiting for winter break when her dad told her that he was engaged to a woman named Margot. Y/n wasn’t upset, nor was she excited, she was just indifferent. She was 19 at the time so she didn’t care what her dad did, as long as this new woman didn’t get in between her dad spoiling her.

Y/n was about to enter her senior year of college when she decided to take a gap year. She was inspired by a few people she saw online talking about taking a break from college and how it did wonders for their “character development.” If Y/n is being honest with herself, she’s not that concerned with developing her character. She just wants to party without the hassle of school work. Her father allowed her to stay with them during her year off, but he was adamant about her having to adhere to both his and Margot’s rules.

“I love you honey, but as long as you stay with us, you listen to us, okay?”

Y/n agreed and brushed him off. Her dad was such a pushover for her, his only child, that she could get away with a lot. Y/n was not someone who got into much trouble, but she loves staying out late and partying as much as she can. It’s not that dangerous of a life like Margot tried to paint it when warning Y/n’s father.

“You don’t want her going down the wrong path. If she gets caught up in a whirlwind of partying then she’s never going back to school and she’s going to try to live off you forever.”

Margot trying to ruin her fun made Y/n seriously dislike her. Her step-mom tries to rule with an iron fist even though Y/n scoffs at the idea.

Y/n has been successfully sneaking out and coming in at whatever time she wants for weeks. Her father always had a habit of leaving the big kitchen window unlocked and that was her one way in the house without causing a disturbance. She told herself she wasn’t going to sneak out this week since she almost got caught last week, but her friend Samantha was having a party that she could not miss. Y/n considered herself a pro at sneaking in and out of the house, but this time she was nervous. She was a little bit tipsy so that made her a bit more sloppier coming into the house. If she gets caught then she can say bye-bye to the slew of parties that are coming up in the next few weeks.

Once she finally gets both legs in the house, she sighs in relief. Only the light over the stove was on which made it a little bit hard to navigate, but as long as she’s in the house then everything is fine. All she needs to do is get out of these party clothes and if Margot or her father catch her up at these early hours, she can just say she was getting something from the kitchen.

The house is so quiet that the two of them have to be asleep. There isn’t even the sound of a neglected TV show playing. The wood floors would creak just a little bit with each step she took, but she walked so slowly and as quietly as she could. Her bedroom is on the second floor while her father and Margot’s room is on the first floor so all she has to do is make it to the stairs and she’s good.

Y/n reaches for her phone that was in her back pocket for a light source. Her eyes go wide when she feels that her pocket is empty. “Fuck,” she whispers. Her phone had fallen outside because she had when her friend dropped her off and as she walked to the back of her house. She walked back into the kitchen as quietly, but quickly as possible. Her phone was thankfully sitting on the window sill. She grabbed it and hurriedly turned back around. She moves stealthily without a problem until she’s startled by the sight of her step-mom.

“The mall closes at 9. Do you want to tell me where you were for the last four hours?”

Y/n’s stomach dropped seeing her step-mom there with her arms crossed. She herself wasn’t intimidating, but the last thing Y/n needs is her father knowing about this.

“So do you want to explain why you’re sneaking in the house at 1 in the morning?” Margot knows Y/n is going to lie to her. Y/n is a good liar, but when she’s caught in the act it’s hard to find an excuse that won’t get her in trouble. She’s wearing a short skirt and a too-tight top that barely contains her; there is no way she wasn’t out partying tonight. When she wasn’t home by 10:30, her father thought about calling her. Three separate times she had to talk him out of doing so, assuring him that she would take care of everything. He was in bed by 11 while Margot decided to wait until her step-daughter came home. She knows that Y/n sneaking in and out of the house happens frequently, but she wanted to wait before punishing her.

“I was with my friend,” it’s not a complete lie but it’s certainly not the truth. Trying to hide what she was doing would only make things worse for her, but Margot is going to have to pry it out of her that she was at a party. Y/n is worried, but she isn’t scared of her blonde step-mom.

“And you and said friend were at the mall until 1 am?” Margot steps closer to Y/n whose tough demeanor seems to dissipate as she gets closer to her, “where were you?”

“Out.”

Margot laughed at her defiance. She knows exactly how girls like Y/n operate because she was once in her early 20s. She didn’t want to listen to anyone and she just wanted to have fun. However, no matter how much she’s able to relate to her, she doesn’t like her step-daughter disobeying her authority. Y/n has looked down on her since the first day they met. She doesn’t take her seriously; she probably just thinks Margot is some gold-digger trying to take her father away from her. That isn’t the case whatsoever and Margot isn’t going to let herself be walked all over just because she’s the step-mother.

Margot leans into her and sniffs her, “I can smell the alcohol on you.” Y/n had three shots of tequila and the smell still lingered on her; she smelled like a party. Margot begins to circle around her like a lioness does her prey. She can see Y/n becoming anxious. It’s written all over that pretty face of hers that she is worried about Margot telling her father and thus her father cutting her off for the remainder of her stay. “You think I’m so stupid, don’t you? Were you out with a boy? Letting him use you like a slut? Or maybe you were hooking up with that friend of ours — her name is Jenna, right?”

“I-I didn’t hook up with anybody,” Y/n was lying straight through her teeth. When the party gets all loud and rowdy, and everyone has alcohol in their system, how could they not get turned? What she does with her body is not her step-mom’s business.

“Could you imagine if you end up pregnant before graduating college? Your father would be devastated that you let some loser boy knock you up.”

Y/n wanted to defend herself, but she began to retreat as Margot shamed her. She has no right to speak to her like this, but she does because she knows Y/n is worried about her telling her father about this. Margot wielded her power over Y/n and she didn’t plan on letting her get off easy.

“I didn’t hook-up with anyone…” she lies again. Her face grows hot as it begins harder to lie. She’s never been under immense pressure like this and it’s making her regret going out all together.

“Your lies could get you hurt, Y/n. What if one of those slimy boys you hang around puts you in harm's way?” Margot was acting possessive over her and Y/n didn’t understand. She was just her father’s wife who didn’t interact with her much outside of trying to flex her authority over her. Y/n barely hangs out with any boys so her assumption that Y/n’s contacts are just filled with boys she’s fucking is beginning to piss her off.

“I told you I didn’t hook-up with some random boy! Now just leave me alone. I don’t care if you tell my dad.” Y/n begins to walk away until Margot grabs her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

“I’m not done talking to you.”

“Screw you!”

Y/n was greeted with a slap to her ass. It shut her right up because she was so shocked.

“Did you…did you just spank me!?”

“If you want to act like a bad girl, you get treated like one.”

The anger in her step-mom’s eyes was boiling over. Y/n has never seen her like this and for the first time she was actually scared of her step-mom.

Margot was imaging Y/n at that party she was probably at and slutting herself out for whatever person would give her attention. She assumed that Y/n was like some of these other college-aged girls in the neighborhood that would bat her eyes as her husband. Margot was such a hypocrite because she was one of those girls before, but she’s not going to allow her step-daughter to act like that. She won’t let her use those pretty lips to get off some guy who doesn’t really like her. Margot roughly grabs Y/n’s jaw to observe her face. The make-up around her eyes is a little bit smudged and remnants of lipgloss are on her lips. Of course it could be from sweating and drinking at the party, but Margot assumes from Y/n’s behavior that her step-daughter was doing something she shouldn’t. She’s a little bit envious, even though she shouldn’t be. But, her step-daughter is just so pretty and she can’t decide whether she wants to be her or the person she hooked-up with tonight.

“C’mon.”

Margot keeps her hand on Y/n’s jaw as she guides her up the stairs. Neither of them cared about how the stairs creaked because Y/n’s father was a heavy sleeper. Y/n wondered what Margot was going to do to her. Her ass still stung from the heavy slap her step-mom delivered to her ass.

They make it to Y/n’s room and Margot pushes her on the bed. Y/n is in a little bit of a daze since everything has happened so fast.

“If I see you moved one inch when I come back, I’m going to make sure your ass stings so bad that you won’t be able to sit down for a whole day,” she warned. She was seething as she scolded Y/n with her finger. Y/n felt like a kid again and it wasn’t fair how she was being treated. She crosses her arms and looks away from where her step-mom once stood. As much as she’s fearful, she is curious about what's going to happen. She doesn’t even know if she’s going to be punished or not. If Margot comes back with her father then Y/n can say goodbye to having a fun gap year.

But Margot comes back by herself. Y/n is dumbfounded because it seems that she seemingly left for nothing.

“Look, can we just pretend this never happened? I promise I won’t sneak out again,” Y/n began to bargain with her. It was nearing 2 am and she just wanted to go to bed.

“Don’t try to get out of your punishment,” she lifts up her nightgown and much to Y/n’s surprise, Margot is wearing a strap-on. She blinks a few times to make sure she’s not dreaming or imagining things. Shock colors her face which almost makes it hard to speak, but makes her step-mother happy.

“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a part of your punishment. If you want to go around acting like a slut then I’ll treat you like one.”

Maybe getting grounded as a 21 year old would have been better than this. It seems like she’s stuck in some weird porno scenario.

"Does my dad know you have that?" Y/n use the only opportunity she may have to taunt her step-mother. She shoots back a look that is almost as dangerous as the one Margot gives her, but not quite

"Shut up," Margot replies, not taking the bait, “you act like such a brat, but I know how to tame brats like you.” Begging for forgiveness isn’t going to be enough, nor is trying to intimidate her going to work on Margot. “Open up, baby.”

Y/n looks at her one last time. She thought the puppy eyes she gave her dad just might work on Margot, but it doesn’t. She has no choice but to part her lips and grab the cock in her hand. It’s thick and pretty long in length; it’s surely bigger than anything she’s had in her before. Her heart was beginning to race as she eyed it. Margot noticed how she was taking her time instead of getting to work like she told her to.

“What’s wrong? Too big for that dirty mouth of yours?” The small on her face is devilish.

Y/n shakes her head. She’s on the verge of completely giving up as the fight in her escapes her. Her cheeks were warm and the embarrassment of it almost moved her to tears. She wanted to cry from frustration but she wasn’t going to let her step-mom see the tears fall down her face.

Margot can’t help but think about how cute her step-daughter looks when her spoiled brat attitude is gone. She looks up at her with those big eyes, pleading with her step-mom not to punish her too severely. Margot can feel the resistance melting away.

“Don’t be shy. Be a good girl and I won’t punish that pussy as much as I plan to do.”

Margot strokes her face but it is the least reassuring thing in the world. She swallows hard as she guides the cock to her mouth. She was acting so shy yet she took the size of the cock in her mouth with ease. Her eyes shut tightly as she relaxed her jaw so she could deep throat it. “Such a good girl,” Margot coos at the sight of her step-daughter making the cock disappear from her sight. She pats her head like she’s proud of her but she wants to see her make a mess. She thrusts her hips so it hits the back of Y/n’s throat and she gags on it. “Yea…that’s it little princess,” she says through gritted teeth. She’s enjoying the sight too much and Margot remembers how much she missed taming brats like Y/n. She never thought she would have the opportunity to put Y/n in her place; at least not like this.

Y/n is trying not to choke on the cock in her mouth. It tickles the back of her throat but she relaxes again so she doesn’t embarrass herself any further. This is an already embarrassing situation but she may be able to save face if she can prove that she knows what she’s doing. She’s sucked plenty of cocks before, real and fake, so she’s not an amateur, but the size of this cock is intimidating. It stretches her mouth wide and completely stuffs her mouth. She lets the tears that were once welling in her eyes to slide down her cheeks. Her make-up was probably running down her face and she most likely looks like a mess.

“Bob your head up and down on it. Show me how you treat your little boy toys.”

Margot’s taunting was making her pussy wet. This was one hell of a way to discover that she likes to be bossed around in bed. She began to move her head up and down, sucking on it like all of the cocks she’s done before. Her tongue slides against the underside of the cock as she tries to get it as wet as possible. She knows that Margot is going to fuck her, and as much as her cunt drips with arousal, it’s going to be a tight fit.

The more she bobs her head on it, the wetter her mouth gets. She gets all worked up sucking her step-mother’s cock. She could almost imagine that it was someone else, but once she heard her step-mom’s voice, she was brought back to reality.

“Attagirl…I knew you could put that mouth to good use. I wonder what it’s going to be like to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

Margot was going to lose her mind seeing such a hot sight. Under that bratty act is something a little more sweet and innocent. It only took Margot threatening to snitch to her father and Y/n was buckling to what Margot told her to do.

Her saliva was beginning to seep out of her mouth and cling to her chin as she picked up the pace on bobbing her head on the cock. Margot feels so damn powerful watching her begin to actually try. Every time she gagged she covered the cock with more of her spit which would serve as the lube for pussy. Although they may not even need any extra lube by the time Y/n is done sucking her cock because her arousal is clinging to her inner thighs by now.

“Such a good girl…you’re being such a good girl for me — I might have to reward you now.” Margot held that shiny promise in front of her face, but she wasn’t going to go easy on Y/n whatsoever. “I’m gonna treat that pretty pussy so good you’re not going to want to disobey me ever again.”

Margot pulled her hips back and let the cock fall out of Y/n’s mouth. She gasped for the air she was desperate for, not caring that she was looking like a mess anymore. Her eye make-up was down her face and her tinted gloss had faintly stained the cock.

“So pretty,” Margot says when she sees her puffy eyes and fucked up make-up. She was incredible with her handy work and the saliva now drying on Y/n’s chin. “Do you let those boys see you like this?”

Y/n shakes her head sheepishly. If she’s being honest, none of the boys’ she’s been with has been as big, nor have they made her gag on their cocks. It was a new thing for her.

“Do you want to say you’re sorry now for being a bitch?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Y/n says weekly. There is no use to begging for forgiveness because her punishment is far from over.

“Get on the bed for me and put your ass in the air.” Y/n moves without hesitance. Margot watches her as she reveals her backside to her step-mother. “I can’t decide if you’re a good girl for arching your back without me having to ask you to or if you’re just a slut — either way, you look ripe for the picking.”

Her tights have a rip in them which is perfect for Margot to rip them off. The sound of the material ripping apart fills the air and Y/n gasps. The tights were ruined anyway, but she was still in a state of shock. “Keep those hips up,” Margot warns as Y/n begins to sink into the bed a little bit. Y/n feels the colder air in the room on her ass and her sex when Margot pushes up her jean skirt and exposes her.

“Oh? No panties, huh? Did you lose them at the party or did you let that boy take them?”

Y/n didn’t even wear panties tonight. She thought she was going to get fucked, but only ended up giving a blow-job which she thought was a waste of her time. But she wasn’t completely wrong, she’s going to get fucked tonight.

Margot loves the sight of her sweet pussy. The last time she’s been with a woman was before her engagement and oh did she miss seeing a wet pussy waiting for her to use it. She pops two of her fingers in her mouth and covers them in her saliva before scissoring Y/n’s hot folds. Y/n whimpers at the soft touch to her pussy. She has been so frustrated after the guy she was with neglected her pleasure, so her pussy was already swollen in anticipation.

“So fucking perfect,” Margot coos. She grabs the girth of the cock and aims the head for Y/n’s pussy. She goes slowly as she sinks into Y/n’s waiting twat.

Y/n moans a little too loudly for Margot’s liking. Then she pushes herself up on her arms only to be pushed back down by Margot.

“Stay down,” Margot says forcefully. She’s rubs Y/n's messy, make-up stained face against a blanket on her bed while pushing the cock deeper into her sex.

Y/n’s moans are now muffled by the blanket. She can hardly breathe with her face forced down. But Margot can still her cries as she fills her to the hilt. It burns but it’s a delicious burn as it splits her open. It’s so big and she wishes she wasn’t so hesitant to cry out about how good it feels to be split open. She’s still embarrased that her step-mother is making her feel this way and fucking her better than anyone else she’s been with before. Her pussy is hot and tight around the cock inside of her and she can’t get enough of how it brushes against her sensitive cervix.

“Look at that pussy…it swallows my cock so well. You’re so fucking hot,” Margot coos. She knows that the cock is getting Y/n a good stretch; she can tell by the sound of moans despite them being obscured by the blanket her face is buried in. “This is what happens to brats who don’t listen to those in charge of them, they get their pussies used by someone who knows how to handle them.”

Y/n turns her head to the side, taking a deep breath before chanting, “I’m a good girl, I’m a good girl, I’m a good girl!”

It’s hard for her to talk when she’s stuffed full of cock. Both of them are beginning to not care about how loud Y/n is because Margot loves hearing her step-daughter try to save grace.

“Are you sure about that? You surely do sneak around like a little slut.” Margot grabs a handful of her ass and kneads it in her hand as she fucks into her pretty pussy faster. The fast pace of her actions caused Y/n’s arousal to coat the cock and drip onto her thighs when Margot pulled out.

Her pussy was adjusting to the size and Y/n was finding great pleasure in every movement. Her step-mom’s thighs were slapping against her ass and the sound of panting, muffled moans, and skin on skin filled the room. It’s more intoxicating than any alcohol Y/n has had in her life. She doesn’t want it to end, but she’d never admit that to her brooding step-mom.

“This pussy is mine, you here? Only I get to use it, not those losers guys you like to fuck instead. It’s mine and I get to use it when I want to, do you understand?” Margot grabs a handful of Y/n’s hair so she can force her face out of the blanket so she can hear her answer.

“Yes! It’s yours! My pussy is yours!”

Whether it’s true or not, or if this will be a regular occurrence, does not matter. It feels so good to get fucked like this, to the point where she is seeing stars. She wanted to feel like this all the time; to have her pussy stretched like she’s just a little sex toy. If anything Y/n has learned from her “punishment” it’s that she loves to be used.

“I’m gonna cum!”

Margot pushes her face back into the blanket and this time Y/n bites into it to hide her moans. She couldn’t control them anymore and they were getting louder and louder as Margot fucked her over the edge of pure pleasure. Her tears are soaked up by the blanket she has her face buried in.

“Of course you’re going to cum…all sluts get off on getting their cunts fucked like this.”

Margot’s punishing pace was almost painful, but that pain only added to Y/n’s pleasure. It sent shockwaves throughout her body each time the tip of the cock brushed against her sweet spot. Her mind was becoming spotty and all she could do was sob into the blanket. She felt absolutely degraded, and humiliated, but she was enjoying it every second of it. If step-mommy Margot wanted to make her her bitch every night of the week she would spread her legs and happily allow it. Y/n can feel herself changing just from getting fucked good.

“Show me how much of a slut you are for me and cum!” Margot gets off on the sight of Y/n’s tight pussy gripping the cock as it slides in and out of her with ease. The power surging through her was almost overwhelming. Her clit was grinding against the harness strapped to her and she just might cum along with her step-daughter. She’s certainly going to get off to this memory after she makes Y/n go to bed and leave her alone. She wanted this to be a punishment but Y/n is too much of a slut to see it as such. She was squirming underneath her touch with every thrust. “Such a good fucktoy for me.”

Margot reaches underneath her and all she does is brush her finger against Y/n’s clit and her whole body is jerking. Her mouth is freed from the blanket and she nearly screams out loud. “Shh, shh baby,” Margot warns her. The last thing they need is to get caught because Margot doesn’t intend on stopping and it would be a devastating sight to come across. Her hips snap into Y/n’s ass as she goes back for more of teasing Y/n’s clit. Y/n allows her to stroke her clit with her finger again. It’s just what she needs to finally cum on her step-mom’s cock. Margot began to still her hips but Y/n wasn’t having it. She began pushing her hips back on Margot’s cock. She wanted her to fuck her threw her orgasm so bad that she would do anything. Margot took notice of this and decided to tease her.

“That's it baby…keep working for your orgasm like a good girl.”

Y/n’s thrust was getting sloppier, and sloppier as impaling herself on the cock had become harder the more sensitive her pussy got. Eventually she stilled, pulled her face out of the blanket, and just whimpered. Her limbs felt jelly and were going to give away.

Margot slowly pulls the cock out of Y/n’s pussy and it’s covered in her mess. Margot would make her lick it off, but she can see that Y/n is completely spent. She may have been mean to her this whole time, but Margot isn’t that much of an evil step-mother.

Y/n’s juices begin to dry on her thighs as Margot admires her handy work. Her pussy was thoroughly used. She takes a second to spread Y/n’s ass cheeks and look at her stretched out hole. She spits on it and Y/n whimpers when she feels it run down her cunt. Margot was tempted to get back in that pussy but it was getting too late. If only she had one of those cumming strap-ons and she could’ve come in Y/n’s pussy. Just the thought of cum seeping out of her was mouthwatering, so Margot can’t even fathom to imagine how it would make her feel if it was reality.

Margot was ready to go to bed as she was exhausted herself. Just in case she would never have an opportunity again, she nudges Y/n to roll over onto her back so she can see her pretty face before she goes to bed. The make-up she once had on her face was completely wiped off and her eyes were red from tears. Margot ran her thumb across her cheek in a loving motion.

“You promise to not sneak in again?”

“Yes,” Y/n responds tiredly. Margot has this taunting smile on her face as she receives the answer she wants to hear.

“Promise not to lie to me ever again?”

“Yes.”

“Promise to be a good girl for me?”

Y/n’s nods her head as her voice gives out on her. She’s certain she won’t have a voice tomorrow morning.

Margot looks at her completely satisfied. Not only did she finally put her bitchy step-daughter in place, but she got to have some fun in the process. When her husband starts wondering why Y/n has been acting a little bit more kinder to the step-mom she has loved to disobey, she’ll just say something cliché; like they had a heart-to-heart or something along those lines.

“Your father hears nothing about this.”

"C'mon Bey," Rihanna says in her most convincing tone. "You tell me damn near every detail of your sex life. Don't act like you didn't know I'd be curious!"

"That was before you asked to fuck Y/n."

"What can I say? Low hanging fruit." Her charming accent paired with her charming smile was work Beyoncé. To see her love handling two dominant women sounds so pornographic; it starts to heat her up.

Rihanna's usually playful eyes were darker, full of lust. She must have been imagining the scenario in her head too.

"Rih-"

"No, Bey, don't say anything," she starts to shake her head to snap out of her dirty thoughts. "I'm sorry I even asked. She's your girl and-"

"Rih, it's okay. Y/n, as you know, is a kinky girl. She likes to please, and she loves to do whatever I tell her to do. If I tell her to bend over, and spread herself for another person, she'd do it in a heartbeat."

The look on Rihanna's face went from regretful to confusion to shock.

Beyoncé wasn't lying about her lover's submissive behavior. She trust her and she knew her limits because wy would she subject Y/n to something she doesn't enjoy? Her pleasure is Beyoncé's pleasure too, and with all the dry flirting that has occurred between Y/n and Rihanna, Y/n would definitely enjoy Rihanna manhandling her for a few hours.

"You sure about this Bey?"

"Never been more sure."

Beyoncé throws a couple of hundred-dollar bills on the table to cover their drinks.

"Let's go." She grabs her jacket and heads towards the door with Rihanna hot on her tail. They step into the cold night of the city, and head to Beyoncé and Y/n's shared apartment to make their devious plan come to life.

-

The front door slams a little harder than Y/n is use to. Beyoncé probably had a rough day. Beyoncé's rough days usually leave Y/n with a sore bottom and in the state of fucked-out bliss. A little excitement builds inside of her. It prompts her to leave their bedroom and greet Beyoncé in the living room

"Hey baby…oh…hi Rihanna?"

It was a bit startling to see Rihanna there in their house. Sure she had met her before (albeit those meetings were cut always short by Beyoncé whiskey her away), but right now she is wondering why the woman her lover sometimes speaks negatively about is standing in their living room.

"If I would've known we were going to have company, I would've put on something more presentable Beyoncé," she jokes to dissipate some of her own awkward feelings. She was only in her cream nightgown, her skin was glowing from the lotion she put on less than ten minutes ago. Her face looked soft; her fresh face is Beyoncé's favorite thing because she likes to dirty up her face with her cum like she's a blank canvas.

"No, no Y/n don't worry. It's your home. You can be as comfortable as you want." Rihanna tried not to stare at her budding nipples under her nightgown. She wanted to twist them, take them in her mouth and suck harshly. But, she plays it cool.

Beyoncé emerges from the kitchen with, not two, but three glasses of wine in her hands. It's the first time Y/n has seen her since this morning when she woke her up by eating her out. She burns at the reminder of it, and her pussy starts flowing.

"Join us baby," Beyoncé gestures to the couch while she sits in the arm-chair adjacent to the couch. Y/n knows it's a dangerous game sitting on the couch in her thin nightgown, with no underwear and her wet pussy. If she left a spot on the couch and Rihanna noticed, she'd die of embarrassment.

Beyoncé places the two other glasses on the coffee table and grabs the remote. She flips through the channels before settling on what she feels is appropriate background noise. It just so happens that it's a sex scene in a movie.

Y/n circles her finger on the rim of her drink and stares into it while Beyoncé and Rihanna talk about something work related. Rihanna inches closer to Y/n and she can't do anything about it since she's already against the end of the couch. Beyoncé turns from the TV and to Rihanna who is incredibly close to her lover right now. Y/n thinks that in a few seconds, Beyoncé is going to chew Rihanna out, but it never happens. She simply just jokes with her, something about what happened today with a co-worker that goes completely over Y/n head

Then there came a moment where Rihanna placed a hand on Y/n's knee. Y/n instantly turns to her with a look of confusion. She looks over to Beyoncé to see her completely unphased, still laughing and joking with the woman who was feeling up on her lover's leg. Rihanna's hand slides up her thigh. She stretches her arm on the back of the couch.

"You okay baby? You look flustered," Beyoncé says teasingly.

Y/n just stares at Beyoncé, hoping her eyes will give her an answer, give her a tell. But, Beyoncé's face was too neutral to tell.

Rihanna can feel the heat between Y/n's legs. She moves her hand closer to her core, to tease her, but to her surprise Y/n was bare. The soft hairs on her mound tickle her and. She pushes the tips of her three fingers against her clit with full pressure. Rihanna buries her face into Y/n's neck, nipping and sucking at her soft skin. She presses her weight into making her lean back against the back of the couch. Her legs move wider on their own. Y/n doesn't break the eye contact she has with Beyoncé. She just sits from the chair and watches with a smug look on her face. She was actually enjoying watching this.

Y/n starts to feel herself up and moan to give Beyoncé the show she wanted.

"Mmm Rih that feels good," she moans seductively. Y/n rolls her nipple in between her fingers. Beyoncé can't hide how turned on she is right now. Seeing how slutty her lover can get, letting another woman play with her pussy while Beyoncé watches is incredibly hot to her.

Rihanna gets her fingers inside of Y/n's sopping hole. She swings her leg on the ledge of the couch to spread her legs even wider. She grabs the back of Rihanna's head and tugs on her hair. Once she pulls away from her neck, Y/n smashes her lips against hers. Rihanna kisses her back with much passion; sloppy, but passionate nonetheless.

She pulls away to let out a gasp when Rihanna's fingers slide deeper into her.

"I want you to fuck me Rihanna."

Neither of them were sure if she meant with just her fingers or a thick cock. She'll gladly accept both.

"Don't be rude baby, show her your beautiful tits."

Y/n pulls down each strap of her gown until she can slide her arms out of them. Rihanna mouth begins to water the moment the gown slides down to bunch around her waist to reveal her breast. She still has her fingers inside of Y/n's pussy, driving them into her in a steady pace, but she's hungry for more of her. Rihanna bends over enough to take her nipple in her mouth. She throws her head back in reaction to the added pleasure.

She hadn't notice that Beyoncé got up and walked over to her, towering and looking down on her. When Y/n opens her eyes, she meets Beyoncé's. She places her hand under Y/n's chin and lets her thumb play with her bottom lip. Y/n felt so naughty being naked and exposed while the two women were dressed in their business clothes.

Beyoncé leans down and gives her lover an earnest kiss.

"She's going to fuck that whore cunt of yours."

Y/n flinches at her harsh words, but her arousal flowed. Rihanna's fingers were slick and covered with her.

Rihanna's hesitant to pull away from her breast and wet pussy, but she needs to fuck her until she's sobbing.

Rihanna stands up. Now her and Beyoncé stare down at Y/n. She feels like prey, but she's eager for them to get both of their hands all over her. She rolls onto her stomach while maintaining eye contact with Beyoncé.

"Are you going to fuck me now or what?"

Her plush ass is begging to have a hard hand come down on it and be spanked and they can visibly see her wetness sticky on her thighs. She looks so fucking delicious.

Rihanna begins to mess with the zipper of her skirt. "Get on the floor. On your hands and knees," Beyoncé commands, and Y/n obeys. She crawls, teasing the two of them, her body basically begging them to take advantage of her. Rihanna disappears out Y/n's line of vision for a few moments. Y/n watches Beyoncé undress while she waits for Rihanna to come back.

"Such a fucking tease," Rihanna says lowly as she walks back into the room.

Rihanna bends down behind her. She spreads Y/n by her cheeks and watches the sticky lips of her pussy separate for her. She waste no time pushing the thick cock that's strapped around her waist into Y/n. "Oh god!" She felt her splitting her open with each trust. Her cunt was so tight that she struggled to push back in, but she took it the best she could. Y/n pushes back to meet the thrust. Her ass smacks roughly against her pelvis. Rihanna can't help but bring her hand down on her beautiful ass. She jerks forward and lets out a gasp. "I want it harder! Fuck me harder!"

Beyoncé wants to rub herself, but he'd rather see Y/n's pretty face between her legs while she gets fucked.

She lies down in front of Y/n who has her eyes shut and mouth agape. She calls her name softly, and her eyes snap open. Her pussy was exposed and right in Y/n's face. Y/n gets down to her elbows with her ass still in the air, still getting pounded. The way her ass ripples and her face scrunches up, Beyoncé can tell Y/n's pussy is going to be sore in the morning.

Without having to ask, Y/n brings her mouth down on Beyoncé's cunt. She squirms and shakes with pleasure under Y/n tongue. Beyoncé can hear Y/n whimpering against her pussy. She sucks on her clit feverishly. Y/n wraps her arms around Bey's legs to bury her face further into her pussy. Every time Rihanna rocked deeper into her, her face ground against Beyoncé's pussy. Her back arches and Y/n looks up to see the underside of breast rising and falling as she pants.

Y/n is very sloppy when it comes to eating Beyoncé's pussy. She eats her out feverishly, almost forgetting that's she getting fucked from behind and focusing all her attention to her lover. She wants to lick up every last drop of her honey and make her cry out her name. Beyoncé was a stubborn dominant, but whenever Y/n was hungry for her, she can make the domme crack. The mix of her sloppy licks and the slight pain of Y/n's fingertips digging into her hips has Beyoncé's head spinning. Their lust for each other is palpable and Rihanna can see that Y/n is more into tasting Bey's cunt instead of getting fucked. She places her hand on the back of Y/n's head and pushes her harder against Beyoncé's cunt. Beyoncé grinds herself on Y/n's face while Y/n sticks her tongue out. Y/n's tongue working Beyoncé's cunt makes such a filthy sound when it mixes with the sound of Rihanna fucking her. "You like pleasing more than getting fucked. You really are a filthy whore," Rihanna teases.

Y/n starts to cum all over the thick cock inside of her pussy. Her moans vibrate against Beyoncé's cunt. Watching her little sub cumming and meeting Rihanna's thrust sent her over the edge. She felt like something inside of her had burst and she was cumming all over Y/n's face. Beyoncé lets out a striking cry when Y/n digs her nails into Beyoncé's thigh. The feeling of pleasure and pain was her favorite way to cum, and Y/n knew that.

Afterwards, Y/n was exhausted. She doesn't know what time Rihanna had left and when Beyoncé brought her to their bedroom to lay her down, but the feeling of her tired body against the soft mattress was amazing.

It was sometimes hard to get a reading on her due to her aloof demeanor. Zoe was also a flirt which may or may not have given Y/n a false idea in her head. Regardless, she felt her heart begin to race whenever she came around on set. She found herself flubbing her lines a little bit more when they had to film a scene together. Y/n had to admit to herself that she developed somewhat of a crush on her, but it was hard not to see that Zoe is absolutely alluring. Something about her was just so effortless that it had Y/n head over heels for her co-star. Every day on set she had to see Zoe look amazing in whatever outfit the costume designer gave her to wear that day. Y/n kept most of her compliments to herself although many of them would fill her thoughts.

Their interactions were limited to their time on set for quite a while. Y/n would have loved to go to some nice restaurant that was probably near the set location, but she never worked up the courage to ask her. Zoe was the one who took the initiate when it came to Y/n. She would text her asking if she wanted her to pick her up a coffee, or if she wanted to join another co-star in exploring the nearby city. Y/n was hesitant to say yes at first, but she forced herself to tag along until it started being only the two of them can do something together. Filming can get lonely when you're away from your friends and family. Neither of them are seeing someone so they don't have anyone to come and visit them; they kind of just have each other.

Zoe had quickly gotten a feel for Y/n’s personality. She was often shy, but very sweet. Her and Zoe were almost opposites; Zoe being the one who’s more bold yet collected. But there is something about the two of them that is oddly similar. Which made it easy for them to click over glasses of wine once Y/n got over her hesitancy.

Tonight's little get together was different. It wasn't one where they planned to indulge or go out; they were going to spend time working out a part in the script. Y/n was struggling with one of her scenes with Zoe because she had to get flirty with her. She thought that would be easy to do since they have been spending quite a bit of time together, but she's not as charismatic as Zoe. She struggled to make the words sound coquettish and it became obvious to everyone on set after their tenth take with only Y/n being scolded for her performance. It left her feeling embarrassed. She has had flirty scenes plenty of times before, but she just couldn't get her head clear enough to execute this one.

Zoe's remedy was for them to practice the lines together while they were alone. She couldn't quite place her finger on why Y/n kept fumbling her lines, but she also has noticed how Y/n gets around her. She gets flustered and she barely makes eye contact with her. If their roles were reversed and Zoe was the one who had to flirt in the scene then things would go much smoother. Y/n's swooning over her would probably be a genuine reaction. Y/n doesn't realize just how obvious she makes it that Zoe makes her nervous. Zoe finds it cute when she gets all flustered around her. Y/n acts like a schoolgirl with a crush on the most popular person in school.

“So what exactly are struggling with? I thought you did fine out there today?”

Y/n was appreciative of Zoe being encouraging. It was a lie though, Y/n did not do good today. 

“Well our scene was the one I got yelled at the most.”

“The talking scene?”

It’s not just a scene where they talk, they flirt. Zoe knows this, but for some reason she acts oblivious. Y/n feels her face getting hotter because she’s going to have to say it out loud. Then it hits her that Zoe may not be acting clueless for no reason.

“The scene where we have to flirt...and kiss each other.”

Zoe stops herself from smirking. Y/n is so shy that it comes off endearing to her, but probably annoys the people they’re working with. She’s heard great things about her and never expected her to be this shy. But Zoe has observed her on set when Y/n thought she wasn’t around and she looked much more collected; it was Zoe that was making her nervous. Zoe fought the urge to use that to her advantage. If they have to keep re-filming scenes then that’ll prolong filming or leave Y/n in a bad position. 

“You’ve kissed plenty of people for movies, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Then this should be no different,” Zoe stood a few feet in front of her, script in hand and a look of determination on her face, “let’s sit on the bed like we have to for the scene. We can go over the lines.”

Y/n took a deep breath to clear her head. She pretends like she’s on set, cameras and hot lights on her with the direction not too far away. The more she’s able to get into character when they’re alone, the easier it will be in front of the cameras. She reminds herself that it’s not the crew watching that makes her nervous, it’s Zoe.

They sit side by side just like it’s written in the script. Zoe’s character sits very close to her; it feels very intimate already.

“We’re not just friends. You know that.” Y/n recites her memorized lines from the script, jumping right into the lines that are giving her the most trouble. It feels too close to real life which doesn’t make it easier for her to say these things, but she still says her words with conviction.

Zoe stares into her eyes while placing her hands behind herself on the bed so she can lean back. She bites into her lip as Y/n waits for her to say her line back. Y/n is a bit confused by her reaction. She glances at the script and what Zoe is doing is not in it.

"You're just a sweet little thing, aren't you?"

Y/n felt the blood rush to her face at the way her co-star talked to her. It was one thing to be reciting romantic words to her in front of an entire crew of people, but it was much more potent with just the two of them in the room. It came completely out of left field and Y/n pulled her eyes away from Zoe to go back to scanning her script. She knows that that’s not in the script whatsoever. Her lines were already beginning to leave her head and she was a bumbling mess as she tried to spit them out without faltering. She's trying to be the professional she is, but Zoe is making it hard for her. 

Zoe just can’t help herself. Y/n is just so enticing to her, even though she’s so nervous. Zoe's hand begins to caress one of her breasts through her top which only made her worse; this was definitely not a part of the script.

"Are you going to relax for me?" Y/n nods her head in compliance, quickly folding to Zoe's demands and melting in her embrace, much to Zoe's relief, "good girl."

A hot kiss is placed on her jaw line. Y/n unintentionally moans and she wishes she could take it back because it makes Zoe squeeze her breast harder. A gasp escaped her lips and she shifts and realize that she's wet. Zoe's lips trail along her jaw until she goes lower and lets her teeth graze the skin on Y/n's neck. Goosebumps form on her skin as Zoe lightly drags her teeth along her flesh. Y/n doesn't realize how shallow her breathing has become, in fact she's not all that aware of her body at all right now. She's in a daze, something that could be called lust clouding her thoughts. She doesn't know if they should be doing this, they're co-workers after all. But Zoe's touch just feels so good, and Y/n doesn't want to be the one to ruin the good rapport they built for themselves thus far. She's heard of people in the industry going a step further to build chemistry with each other, but Y/n wondered what line this was crossing. She was shaking — from both her nerves overtaking her and desire. She longs to be touched and Zoe is doing just that.

"So pretty," Zoe says against her skin before finally pressing her lips against her neck. Y/n smells like vanilla and apprehension.

Zoe trails her finger up and down that pretty body of hers. She's fully clothed but she can imagine what she looks like under her dress — she has come close to seeing her naked when they were in the trailer together. She lifts up Y/n's blouse to reveal her stomach. Her nails drew light patterns into her and tickled her skin. "Lay back against the bed with me," she whispers. Zoe guides them so they are able to relax into her soft hotel bed. She turns to lay on her side while Y/n stays in place with her back completely on the bed. Zoe's fingernails go back to trailing her skin, but this time she travels even further down and she's now tracing similar patterns onto Y/n's thigh. She inches up slowly until she is able to slightly push Y/n's skirt up. Y/n's chest is burning with anticipation. She almost acts like she's never been touched before, but she is not the most experienced person in the world. It came as no surprise to Zoe to find out that Y/n hadn't been touched that much before; it was actually pretty cute. She's good at what she does yet so unsuspecting that it's fun to poke at her, get her all hot and bothered just to see her get flustered yet do nothing about it.

"Your skin is so soft and pretty," Zoe lays her hand flat on Y/n's thigh and feels just how soft she is. She can also feel the goosebumps on her skin and she knows that she's doing more than a good job. Her intention is to get those clothes off of Y/n, but she's going to do it slowly; just take her time and take in her body one second at a time.

Y/n doesn't know that a few buttons of her top are unbuttoned until she feels cool air hit her chest. It relaxes yet agitates her at the same time. Zoe is touching her in the way she would touch herself before getting herself off. Soft caresses to her skin and a bit of teasing too.

Her bra was thin enough for Zoe to notice the indentation of her nipples. She pulled the fabric down and Y/n's nipples weren't as hard as she wished they'd be, but they would be in a due time.

"Rub your fingers around your nipples...it'll help you relax."

Y/n doesn't hesitate to obey. Zoe's presence is both soothing and intimidating; she feels compelled to listen to whatever she has to say. She wants any kind of relief right now and her finger stroking her own skin gives that to her. Y/n lets out a soft moan that is almost inaudible, but Zoe can hear it because she's so close. She watches Y/n circle her nipple until it starts to get harder, standing tall with attention. She bites into her bottom lip at the sight that is proof she has control over her pretty, little co-star. A sense of power surges through her in this moment and she wants to feel more.

Her hand slips into Y/n's inner thigh, prying her legs apart as she strokes her sensitive skin. "So good for me," she whispers before kissing her jaw again. Y/n reached over to stroke her nipple until it got hard like the one she just finished working on. While she continued to touch herself, Zoe shifted herself so she could pull Y/n's skirt down. She slowly let the silk slide down her body to reveal her panties. There was a cute bow on it that was dusty pink.

"Keep rubbing yourself...make yourself feel good," Zoe pauses to just take in the sight of Y/n's chest rising and falling as she plays with herself, "you look so pretty like this, baby."

Zoe was getting all of the gratification without doing most of the work. She grabbed Y/n's hand and placed it over her clothed sex. "Keep touching yourself," Zoe encouraged before laying beside her again.

Y/n rubbed her clit through her panties in the same fashion as she did her nipples. Her touch was light yet she could feel just how wet she was through her panties. She's slightly embarrassed and hopes there is not a wet patch down there. Zoe buttons the rest of her blouse while Y/n continues to lightly stroke herself.

"Now slide your hands into your panties."

Zoe's voice is smooth and soft like velvet. Her words sound less like instructions and more like suggestions, but Y/n is dying to follow along. Her clit is swollen and her folds are puffy from all the teasing. Zoe can't see, but she can hear just how wet she is when Y/n's fingers dive into her folds.

"You like touching yourself?"

Y/n just nods.

While Y/n is touching herself, Zoe pulls her bra down completely. She takes to playing with Y/n's hard nipples while kissing her cheek. Her skin is hot to the touch and Zoe loves it.

Only does Y/n pick up speed when Zoe actually kisses her. She had been dying to get a taste of her co-star's pure sweetness, and Y/n is just as sweet as she imagined. Zoe moves her lips a bit sloppily against Y/n's lips and how Y/n treats her hungry pussy is the same. She rubs her clit faster.

Her voice is soft and sweet yet her words are filth, "such a little slut for me." Zoe begins to rub small circles into Y/n's skin as she watches her rub her clit. She's dying to see what she looks like underneath these thin garments that are the only thing separating her naked body from Zoe.

Zoe pulls the straps of her bra down. Y/n is placed firmly on her back, so Zoe isn't able to take the garment off of her, but she's able to pull it down and completely and watch Y/n's tits fall from the cups. Now all she has to do is take those panties off; they're depriving her of the sight of Y/n's glistening sex and how her fingers are working against her clit.

Y/n slows down just a little bit when she notices Zoe pulling her panties off. She was becoming shy again after working up some confidence to touch herself in front of her co-star. The barrier of her bra and panties made her feel less anxious, but it was obvious that Zoe wants to see all of her. Y/n lets her pull her panties down and until the fabric reaches her lower thighs. She shimmies them off the best way she can until they're around her ankles and ultimately flung somewhere in the room. Zoe now has her full attention. She's weakened for a moment by the sight of Y/n touching herself. Her fingers slide through her wet folds and tease her opening. Zoe watches closely to see if she'll slide them in, but Y/n looks at her for an approving look. Zoe says nothing though, just continues to listen to Y/n's whimpers as she touches herself in desperation.

"Do you want to cum?"

Y/n nods her head fervently. She might die if she doesn't cum within the next couple of minutes. All the tension had been built up; from coming to Zoe's hotel room, to her touching her, and all the way to the way Zoe speaks to her.

"You're so close, baby. I can tell by the way you cry out for me," Zoe's hand goes wandering and somehow slips itself to Y/n's opening. She pushes two fingers in, making her co-star arch her back into the air and her whimpers turn into full blown moans. Her walls wrap deliciously around her fingers and welcome them in, "I can also feel that you're about to cum. Does this help you?" Zoe begins to pump her fingers into Y/n slowly. The sensation of her own fingers rubbing her clit and Zoe slowly fucking her was overwhelming. She tries to speak to answer Zoe but her voice just breaks and all she can muster up is a pathetic "yes."

Zoe loves hearing the sound of her voice. She sounds like she's about to boil over and lose control of her body. She's so, so close and Zoe wants to push her further. She leans down to take Y/n's nipple into her mouth and suck on it. Her eyes flicker up to her face, the strained look on her face and how tight her eyes are shut makes Zoe suck harder. She can feel Y/n's walls spasming around her fingers until a gush of warmth coats her fingers.

A strangled cry escapes Y/n's lips as she finally cums. Her hips jut into the air and her legs spasm through her rough orgasm. Her body feels completely spent when she starts to come down, but Zoe isn't stopping whatsoever. Her fingers are still deep in Y/n's pussy and her hot mouth is on her tits. Y/n is not able to fully come down from her high due to the overstimulation.

Y/n isn't the only one reeling though, Zoe's body was buzzing. She was beginning to wonder who was truly in control. Seeing her body writhe and her tits jiggle almost made Zoe feel feral. She's always had the upper hand, but now she's the one feeling weak in her presence. She wants to know what Y/n tastes like, and not just from licking her slick off of her hand, but directly from the source.

Y/n can feel her moving but she keeps her eyes closed. The state of disbelief of what just happened overtakes her. She's both happy and even more confused about where she stands with her co-star.

Zoe is not done with her yet though. She sits on her knees in between Y/n’s spread legs Y/n and leans down to kiss the bare skin covering her ribcage. Her tongue comes out to dart across her warm skin. The wet muscle circles around Y/n's lower stomach until Y/n sharply inhales when Zoe hits a ticklish spot. Zoe looks up at her and giggles. 

They’re running out of room on the bed so Zoe gets off the bed and places her knees on the floor. She drags Y/n to the edge of the bed with force, making her gasp in shock. It almost took her out of her daze until she felt Zoe’s wet tongue sliding against her clit. She wiggles it against her which causes Y/n to shake. Her hips move involuntarily at each long lick; she’s still so sensitive, but she wouldn’t dare push Zoe’s head away from her.

"This is what you needed all along,” Zoe talks after briefly pulling away, “you just needed me to help you get comfortable.”

Y/n is speechless from the feeling of pure ecstasy pumping through her veins. She moans when Zoe starts licking at her sex again, this time exploring every inch of her besides of clit. Y/n’s legs were almost closing in on her, but Zoe kept them open with her wandering hands. Her nails raked the inside of Y/n’s thighs which set Y/n off anymore; her body felt electric.

Zoe slips her tongue past Y/n’s folds and into her gushing hole. She could feel the way Y/n’s warmth was trying to constrict her tongue and it got her own blood pumping. She tastes so sweet, addicting even. 

“Please don’t stop,” Y/n whimpers, her hand coming to the back of Zoe’s head. She was nearly grinding herself against Zoe’s face until her hands came up to grab onto her waist to still her body. 

Zoe’s tongue came out and she sucked on Y/n’s clit. She could feel Y/n shivering beneath her touch every time she sucked hard on her. From the sound of her desperate cries, she’s about to cum again and it’s going to be a big one. It only makes Zoe more determined to suck on her harder and make her cum. 

Y/n looks down to Zoe’s face buried in her pussy and the sight makes her cum. A cold wave takes over her entire body, her sobs get stuck in her throat and tears well in her eyes. It’s a blissful feeling that spreads throughout her entire body, starting from her belly and to her very extremities. Her hips buck into the air and this time Zoe lets her move wildly instead of trying to control her; her job here is done.

Zoe’s mouth unlatches from Y/n’s sex with an audible ‘suck!’. Y/n had gushed against her mouth, making her a mess, but she doesn’t mind it one bit. It’s all worth it when she sees the look on Y/n’s face. She looks like her head is up in the clouds, but there is a faint smile on her face.

She’s almost out of breath even after pulling her mouth away from Y/n’s sex, wiping the mess off of her lips. For a moment there she didn’t think she was going to let up on her, just keep lapping at her sweet sex until the night was over and Y/n could go no longer. But, she decided to spare her instead of taking her body to its limits. Zoe almost looked unphased by what just happened which is a stark contrast from how disheveled Y/n looks and feels.