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It was the hands that caught her attention.
As Harrowhark mulled over her drink, contemplating the benefits of shelling out another $12 for an overly-sweet cocktail, the stranger’s hands slipped between her and the man to her right to catch the bartender’s attention.
“Ay, Jamie!” the girl called, her voice easy and energetic. “Got any of those little pickles?”
“Not now, Nav,” the bartender rolled her eyes, snapping together a shaker filled with ice and liquor. “I’ll bring you a snack when the rush ends.”
“Jamie,” the girl whined, her big palms tapping the bar in impatience. “Come on, please? It takes like two seconds. Gimme the jar and I’ll do it myself.”
“Not on your life,” the bartender laughed, pouring six drinks as rapidly as the patrons could take them. “Go on back to your table. Don’t make me call Brutus to toss your ass on the curb.”
“Asshole,” the woman laughed, sticking her tongue out. Her eyes flicked down to Harrowhark, who immediately looked away. She kicked herself for staring so openly.
“Hey,” the woman said, her eyebrows raised. “Like what you see?”
“Hardly,” Harrow snapped, stirring the dregs of her drink - watered-down liquor with too much ice. “I was only curious. I’ve never seen a grown person throw a tantrum over a pickle before.”
The woman laughed, her voice rich and loud against the din of the bar. She swiped her hand through her sweaty fringe, smoothing her hair back against her neck.
“Don’t worry; she’s my roommate,” she explained, jerking her thumb at the bartender. “She’s used to my persuasion techniques.”
“You mean your hissy fits?” the bartender - Jamie - teased. “Quit talking up my customers. You’re in the way of the bar.”
“Want another drink?” the woman asked. “My treat.”
“Sure,” Harrow found herself saying, though she couldn’t fathom why. Jamie sighed, shaking her head in amusement as she slid another Tequila Sunrise across the bar.
“Sweet pea,” Nav flashed her eyes at Jamie, pouting her lips. “Could I have a tequila shot to drink with my new friend?”
“You’re walking home tonight,” Jamie snorted, but a shot glass filled with amber liquid appeared in front of her regardless.
“Cheers,” the woman tipped her shot glass against Harrow’s cocktail casually.
“Cheers,” Harrow echoed. She watched as Nav downed the shot without flinching, smacking her lips with a sigh. She sipped her cocktail, savoring the flavor while the warmth spread through her body.
“Hey,” Nav said after a spell. “Come with me. Meet my friends.”
“I’m fine here,” Harrow said stiffly, almost softening as the woman’s face dropped.
“I’m Gideon,” the red-haired woman stuck out her hand. “And you are?”
“Leaving,” Harrow said, slipping off her bar stool. Her heart pounded in her chest, the dizziness from her two strong drinks leaving her wobbly on her legs. She finished her drink and set it on the end of the bar, making her way into the arcade room.
She settled into place beside the Tetris machine, stacking her quarters on the side so that people would leave her alone. Her stomach lurched as a familiar hand covered hers on the joystick.
“Tetris, huh?” Gideon’s breath was hot against her neck, and Harrow felt her skin heat up. “I’ve never been good at this one. You seem like a natural.”
“I like puzzles,” Harrow said, forcing herself to concentrate on the falling blocks instead of the way that Gideon’s hand completely covered her own and then some. She wondered what those hands would look like on her thighs. The thought made her squeak in frustration as a block landed one space too far to the left.
“Bummer,” Gideon laughed, pressing her chest against Harrow’s back to get a better view. Harrow held her breath as Gideon’s chin rested on her shoulder.
“You’re distracting me,” Harrow said.
“Can’t have that, can we?” Gideon smirked. “If you want me to go, tell me now. You have no idea how distracting I can be.”
Harrow felt her pussy twitch. She swallowed a groan, focusing on clearing row after row as the speed of the game increased. She opened her mouth to say something - to tell the woman to fuck off - but a deeper part of her felt curious. Too curious.
“That’s what I hoped,” Gideon murmured, turning her face against Harrow’s neck. “You don’t have to tell me your name.”
“It’s Harrow,” Harrowhark said, her breath quickening as she felt Gideon chuckle.
“Harrow.”
The sound of her name in Gideon’s voice felt unholy in all the right ways. Harrow could barely keep up with the speed of the level, the Game Over flashing angrily on screen. She cursed, slamming another quarter into the machine.
“Dare you to win this one,” Gideon grinned. “Tell me if I distract you too much.”
Harrow opened her mouth to ask what she meant, but Gideon’s hand cupped her breast before she could say another word. She exhaled all at once, her nipple hardening against the strange woman’s huge palm. Harrow couldn’t believe how warm she was; her entire breast fit snugly within Gideon’s hand.
“Nice,” Gideon chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to Harrow’s jaw. “You’re softer than I expected.”
“It’s breast tissue, idiot,” Harrow hissed, hating how her voice betrayed her desire. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine this; being felt up by a stranger at her favorite bar. While playing Tetris of all things.
“I like playing games,” Gideon murmured. “Want to play one with me?”
“I’m already playing something,” Harrow snapped, but Gideon’s hot tongue pressed against her neck and she forgot the rest of her sentence. She shuddered, her eyes closing briefly at the sensation. Another Game Over screen.
This time, Gideon pushed the quarter into the slot. She let her hand linger, blocking the sight from the other patrons with her body. As Harrow began the level, she felt her fingers slide under her skirt.
“Tell me no and I’ll stop,” Gideon said quietly, inching her fingertips closer. “Tell me yes, and I’ll rock your world, sugarlips.”
“Yes,” Harrow breathed, choking back a squeal as Gideon’s fingers rubbed her over her panties. They were lace; black and thin, barely substance at all. Gideon’s fingertips toyed with the tiny satin bow on the front, and Harrow groaned in frustration.
“Careful, cutie,” Gideon warned, glancing over her shoulder. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear you.”
“Asshole,” Harrow hissed. She focused on moving the blocks into place, clearing line after line as the speed increased.
“You know,” Gideon grinned, sliding her fingers beneath the sopping gusset of Harrow’s underwear, “I hear that a lot.”
“Ohh,” Harrow moaned, snapping her jaw shut. She hoped nobody else heard her. She didn’t have time to contemplate, though, as those strong fingers slipped inside her cunt and began to pulse to the beat of the 8-bit music.
“I knew you had to be a slut,” Gideon said casually, pressing her body closer. She wrapped her free arm around Harrow’s shoulder, as though she were watching intently. Instead, her fingers traced down Harrow’s collar to palm her other tit, pulling lightly on the hardened nipple to watch Harrow shiver. “Goth girls are easy.”
“Fuck you,” Harrow breathed, but she didn’t argue the facts. Her pussy betrayed her desire with just how easily Gideon slid inside her. As Gideon’s thumb brushed across her swollen clit, Harrow’s hand left the joystick to hang onto the edge of the machine. A wicked Game Over screen flashed again.
“Put another quarter in. I dare you,” Gideon’s golden-honey eyes watched with glee as Harrow reached forward with shaky fingers to slip another quarter into the machine. Her stack was slowly dwindling, and Harrow wanted to extend her gaming session as long as possible.
As soon as the first L-block began its descent, Gideon’s fingers curled inside her. Harrow moaned lowly, trying to stay quiet and breathe through her nose, but her body felt like fire. She felt her orgasm building and building, and the idea of cumming on this strange woman’s fingers in the arcade at the bar was unbelievably hot. Just as she was about to reach her peak, those thick fingers disappeared from her heat without a hint of apology.
“No!” Harrow shouted, slapping her hand across her mouth. She blushed furiously, aiming a string of swears at the screen to make it seem like her game upset her and not the horrible redhead cackling beside her.
“Can’t make it too easy,” Gideon teased, licking her lips. She casually brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed, sucking the taste of Harrow off each digit lewdly. Harrow burned with humiliation, her panties soaked and sticky between her legs. “If you’re a good girl-”
“Fuck. You.” Harrow snapped, her narrow black eyes flicking to Gideon’s smug face.
“Language,” Gideon warned. The look on her face could only be described as feral, and Harrow felt her heartbeat race in response. “I was going to play with you nicely, but I see that you need some discipline.”
“Is that so?” Harrow breathed, cursing herself for getting into this situation. Her cunt throbbed in need, each movement of the charming woman sending spikes of desire through her body. “Punish me, then.”
“Oh, I will,” Gideon promised, a lopsided smile curling on her lips. “Get up.”
“But, my game-”
“Get up, Harrow.” Gideon’s hand tightened on the back of her throat, her thumb pressed firmly against her carotid artery. Harrow felt her face heat, bursts of pink light sweeping across her vision. The world turned red as she reached for her throat. Gideon released.
“Now, Harrow,” she teased as Harrow took a deep breath, her vision quietly returning to normal as her senses heightened. She stood, leaving her quarters behind. Gideon’s hand wrapped around her hip, guiding her towards a closet near the back of the building near the restrooms.
“In.”
Harrow tried the door and found it unlocked. Gideon seemed unsurprised.
“Roommate works here, remember?” she said to Harrow’s questioning eyes. Harrow nodded, lowering her eyes. She slipped inside, hoping nobody was watching.
Gideon shut the door and flicked on the light, a single bulb swinging above them. The closet stank of mop water and old beer. Gideon’s huge hand wrapped around her throat once more, pushing her up against the wall.
“Ready for your punishment?” she growled, her wicked eyes gleaming in the shadows. Harrow felt herself growing dizzy as the pressure in her head built. Just when she could barely stand it, Gideon’s hand released her neck and dropped to her pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” Harrow gasped, jerking her hips as Gideon’s hand cupped her through the lace of her panties. She reached down to guide Gideon’s hands, but swiftly found herself pinned with her arms above her head.
“Mm-mm, nope,” Gideon grinned, squeezing Harrow’s pinned wrists in one huge paw. She slid Harrow’s panties down her thighs, letting them drop to her ankles. “Step out and spread ‘em, babycakes.”
“Fuck you, Nav,” Harrow spat, struggling against the grip. She was so unbelievably turned on, and Gideon knew it.
“Spread your legs for me before I spread them for you,” Gideon threatened, her grin spreading ear to ear. Harrow parted her legs obediently, swearing under her breath.
“Let’s see those titties.”
Gideon’s free hand moved up Harrow’s stomach, tickling her lightly until she squirmed. She grabbed the hem of Harrowhark’s shirt, pulling it up until her small tits were on full display. Harrow moaned in humiliation as Gideon tucked her shirt into her collar, leaving it out of the way to give her full access to Harrow’s small tits.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Gideon purred, pinching one nipple between her meaty fingers. Harrow hissed and squirmed, her face heating up as her pussy gushed with need.
“Gideon,” she whined.
“Oh, that. I like that,” Gideon smirked, leaning down to lap at her other nipple. “Say my name, baby girl. Say it loud.”
“Gideon!” Harrow cried. “Gideon, Gideon, Gideon!”
“Fuck yeah,” Gideon groaned, pressing her molars hard against Harrow’s nipple, leaving tiny imprints in the achingly hard flesh. Harrow moaned even louder as her nipples were abused.
“Again,” Harrow gritted her teeth. Gideon obliged, switching her attention to the opposite nipple. She lapped it to a hardened point, then bit down with gentle pressure until Harrow writhed in her grip. When she released, both nipples had tiny indents that flared with heat.
“Remember,” Gideon said darkly. “We’re punishing you.”
“Doesn’t- Ah!” Harrow’s head slammed back as Gideon bit the swell of her breast, grinding her incisors into the tender skin. “Doesn’t feel like punishment.”
“Oh, you are a little pain slut, hm?” Gideon laughed, the sound rich in the compact room. “Well, pain slut… how about this?”
Gideon’s palm slapped lightly against Harrow’s pussy, stinging the swollen flesh. Harrow’s knees clamped together even as her body screamed for more. Gideon took her time. She kicked Harrow’s legs apart with her own, blocking the girl’s ankles to the side.
“Please,” Harrow moaned, but she didn’t know what she was begging for. Gideon ran her fingertips across the slick coating her thighs. She held it up for Harrow to see.
“Please, indeed,” Gideon smirked, spreading Harrow’s slick across her lips. “Pretty girl seems to like being used like this. Open your mouth.”
Harrow obeyed, too consumed in the moment to fight back. She felt Gideon’s thick fingers pressing hard against her tongue. She tasted herself, heady and thick, as Gideon fucked her mouth lightly.
“You taste pretty good, don’t you?” Gideon asked. “Here, have some more.”
She dipped her fingers between Harrow’s legs, gathering up a swirl of arousal on two fingers. She fucked them into Harrow’s cunt over and over, bringing Harrow so close to the edge again. Harrow knew she wouldn’t allow it, but she still howled indignantly as Gideon’s fingers slipped out just before she could cum. Her complaints were instantly stifled by those filthy fingers fucking into her mouth, forcing her to swallow the taste of herself mixed with the unique taste of Gideon’s skin.
She jerked her hips into nothing, squirming against Gideon’s feet holding hers in place. Gideon withdrew her hand and slapped her pussy again. Harrow gasped, and Gideon aimed three more slaps at the swollen lips.
“Good girl,” she crooned, kissing Harrow’s neck. “I’ll give you a choice. We can stop here and you can be on your merry way,” Gideon drew out the anticipation, her voice low and deep in Harrow’s ears, “-or I can punish those cute tits and make you cum. Your choice.”
“Oh, fuck,” Harrow moaned. Her core was on fire. Her skin was on fire. Everything was fire, and Harrow would burn all night for this stranger. “I want to cum, Gideon. Please.”
“Very, very good girl,” Gideon purred. “I wonder if the whole bar can hear you. I bet they’ll all know my name by the time you’re done screaming it.”
She released her grip on Harrow and stood back, watching as the girl’s legs nearly collapsed after being held up for so long. Harrow reached out to her, but Gideon held up her hand to stop her.
“Uh-uh, pretty thing,” Gideon grinned, looking Harrow up and down. “Put your hands behind your back and push those tits out for me. The only thing I want to hear out of that sweet whore mouth is my name.”
“Gideon,” Harrow breathed, clasping her hands behind her back.
“Gideon,” she whined as the ginger groped her breasts, pushing and pulling and kneading the flesh.
“Gideon!” she screamed as Gideon turned her attention to Harrow’s nipples, twisting and pinching them between her knuckles while Harrow writhed.
“Gideon! Gideon! Gideon!” she screeched, no longer keeping her voice down, as Gideon’s palm slapped each breast rapidly, spreading the heat across her chest carelessly. Harrow stomped her feet, biting her lip hard as she moaned and thrust her chest into the sensation.
“Are you ready to cum?” Gideon asked, and Harrow could barely sputter out an answer before Gideon dropped to her knees, pressing her handsome face between Harrow’s legs. Harrow squealed and gripped a fistful of red hair tightly. Her other hand flew to her mouth, stifling her cries as Gideon’s tongue flicked between her legs.
Gideon sucked in her folds, lavishing them with attention until they felt swollen and hot. She swirled her tongue around her vulva, dipping inside teasingly. She licked a hot stripe from entrance to clit, where her lips wrapped around the hardened bud. She rotated her attention, suckling Harrow’s clit and then nipping it lightly; teasing it with the point of her tongue and then flattening her fat tongue against it. By the time she finished two circuits, Harrow’s breath came out in little chirps, her thighs trembling.
Gideon decided to finish her off quickly; she plunged two fingers inside Harrow’s needy cunt and fucked her hard while lapping at her clit with light, solid strokes of her tongue. Harrow came with a scream, her whole body shaking as she cried out Gideon’s name over and over and over.
Gideon found herself trapped between the girl’s wet thighs, her face buried in Harrow’s cunt. She was fully prepared to have her death written on her headstone - “Here Lies Gideon Nav, Drowned To Death In Pussy” - when Harrow’s thrashing finally subsided and she let Gideon’s hair go with a groan.
Gideon wiped her face on her sleeve, that lopsided grin on her face as she stared up at Harrow. She untucked Harrow’s shirt. She resettled Harrow’s skirt. Harrow’s panties, she tucked into her own pocket. Harrow realized with a flush of humiliation that anyone in the bar could see the black lace peeking out from Gideon’s jacket pocket.
“Hope to see you around,” Gideon winked, kissing Harrow’s cheek. “Ask Jamie for my number if you want.”
“Can’t you give it to me yourself?” Harrow asked, still a bit out of breath. Her legs felt like pudding.
“Nah, more fun this way,” Gideon shrugged. “I’ve got to make you work for it, don’t I?”
With that, she slipped out of the storage closet and back into the din of the bar.
Harrow slumped to the floor, her ass cold against the concrete floor where her skirt rode up. She was absolutely spent, her thighs soaked and her tits aching as she thought about the handsome stranger. She allowed herself time to process, and then she slowly stood and re-entered the bar.
There was no sign of the fiery ginger anywhere.
Harrow approached the bar to close her tab. She felt Jamie’s eyes on her and looked away.
“Sign here,” Jamie said, sliding the receipt across. Harrow scrawled down her name, adding a generous tip to the line.
“Would you like a copy of the receipt?”
“Yes,” Harrow said, her cheeks burning. “And Nav’s number, if you don’t mind.”
She couldn’t miss Jamie’s sigh as the woman wrote the number in neat block lettering on the back of her receipt. Harrow tucked the number in her skirt pocket, trying to seem casual.
“Look,” Jamie said, leaning on the bar. “I don’t know you, but I see you in here a lot. Don’t get tangled up with Nav. I’ve never met a girl that can handle Gideon Nav without her heart breaking.”
“I’ll be careful,” Harrow said, but she knew she wouldn’t.
She loved the danger of Gideon Nav. She loved the thrill.
Nobody else, in all her years, had ever made her feel those things before. No matter what heartache she was destined for, she knew she would find her again.
Those golden eyes hypnotized her, and Harrow knew she’d never escape them again.